The Culling

Why Must we risk our lives Blind devotion, caution cast into the Sky Where hope goes to die Dying in a world of a mad society King I want to show you the endgame At the peak of dawn Beyond your fingertips Outside your mortal grip We lock eyes, and wonder why Bring out your dead Your mangled and broken Bring out your dead Lay them out as a mark of the end Beloved Breathing in cyanide Drowning in Desolation Born in the hatred Consistent of damnation We fall apart We fall alone King I want to show you the endgame At the peak of dawn Beyond your fingertips We lock eyes, and wonder why We consume you Till the last drop of sanity eludes you Beloveds Toss them to the fire Let the smoke blow to the wind As we're breathing in Cyanide Your distaste from your disgrace Left with a broken face You hang your head And when you're Paralyzed In your disguise You'll play the martyr But you know you wanted genocide Born in the hatred Consistent of damnation Desolation Born in the hatred Consistent of damnation We fall apart We fall alone Ebb and Flow, In our souls Will we die in damnation We fall apart We fall alone We fall apart We fall alone Cyanide Paralyzed But you know you wanted genocide