I've drank from the black morass
The plague glued to my gut
The serum, the sigh, the consistent lie
The song remains the same
Wearing down your will to survive
With an enemy on all sides
Will the body ever cleanse itself
I hope so, I will find out
Thin skin from the punishment
Pallor in the pigment
Bleeding brains burning in my veins
The evolution of Cain
Wearing down your will to survive
With an enemy on all sides
Will the mind ever clеanse itself
I hope so, I will find out
Until my nеck snaps back and cracks
I'll crawl through the night with no end in sight
Another round of caskets, belly full of maggots
Wearing down your will to survive
With an enemy on all sides
Will the soul ever cleanse itself
I hope so, I will find out