Fit for an Autopsy

Human nature is the enemy Reaper in tow Sickle in hand No gardens will grow On squandered land We are all dead growth Reaping all that we have sown Rooted in your youth Buried with bones The secrets they keep Seep through the cracks in our homes Here

How the fuck did it come to this? What makes an honest man hate this town? Last letters lost in the abyss Just a spark without a sound What are we left with in the end? Poverty and no self worth Bleeding for a shed of redemption As the hate turns to

Where does the setting sun go to rest? Go to rest? The darkest days Come and go, they never seem to end. Inhuman, inhumane, inane Existence. Barely existing. Surviving. Reviving a world that has been Dead for years. Blood sweat and tears. Disinformat

We'll tear this whole fucking world apart. Condemn the crown, deny your faith, and kill the messenger. Embrace the end with open arms. Watch the sky turn black as we cease to exist. The sign of the son of man will appear in the sky, and all of the na

Dead in the dirt leave me be Now I breathe the air that the demons breathe And they sing to me So don't pull me up From the bottom The filth I need to stay I've been to the surface Oh, and its just pushed me away Further from grace What a disgusting

Just like a curse A walking plague of gluttony Ripping through the stomachs of the needless greedy The rotting apple that we consume every day The decomposing flesh that serves as armor for the hungry We are ravenous Starving for tragedy We are war a

I am human I am horror I am the creator and the destroyer A black cloud of corrosive breath I am the giver, the taker, the messenger of death Relentless in our pride of never-ending faults We make the oceans rise and turn cities into salt No time to