One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy - Success Will Write Apocalypse Across The Sky

Paralyzed by infection

The wounds are deep

As deep as the ending

Desensitized enough to be withered

Submit, holding your morals inside of your hands

Crushing all the remnants derived from their plan

Decompose, redeem your soul

Pull your gun, so let it be done

Blow your fucking pedestal off

Limb from limb

Rend them limb from limb

Torn asunder

Buried under skies

The time to die

Time has been revised

Born dead, entrapped he stands

Born dead, entrapped he stands

Slowly he wanders, wallowing in sorrows

Slowly they wander, wallowing in sorrows

Limb from limb

Torn asunder, as you’re buried under skies

It’s their time to die…