Overseer

Rotting corpses Rotting corpses fill the night The taste of death That they deserve in their own right Look to the future A time that thrives on blinded sight The overseer cries Is this what you wanted Is this what you planned Is this how you imagined the end He walks through life Watching the destruction grow He doesn't know the past forever marked his soul Look to the future A time that thrives on blinded sight The overseer cries Watching, the overseer cries Living guilt free won't clear your obligations Sentenced by life Self-proclaimed way you live You think you can escape A slow death finds its way Decrepit filth forcing bastardized youth A grey lifeless form The maggots feed on what rings of the end Let it rot and start anew Tie a noose for the tenth one in line Ending yourself to be free Grip the throat, feeling skin tear away This is how it feels to need The maggots feed on what rings of the end Let it rot and start anew Burn the churches, burn it all Burn it straight to the ground A man-made symbol of greed Self-stroking ego I can't help but feed As I drift away into the void The maggots feed on what rings of the end Let it rot and start anew Let it rot and start anew