Atrox

I walk With my weapon into my hand Into the Wasteland Cold blood Killers are looking out I feel the Cannibals following me Atrox, Apocalypse "Apocalypse" Inhuman Psychology Sickness and Starvation "Of the mad" My weapon defends my Ethics I walk I make my own path Atrox, Apocalypse "Apocalypse" Inhuman Psychology Sickness and Starvation "Of the mad" My weapon defends my Ethics The memories of a forgotten past disappear The world feasts on its flesh and doesn't turn around I walk With my freedom into my head Across the desert The scavengers are looking out There is nothing left to gnaw The memories of a forgotten past disappear The world feasts on its flesh and I won't turn around