Flesh to dust, rot and rust
Humble be the weak, a culling of the meek
A rust from within, an eruption of sores
A forceful submission before the powers that be
A million voices crying to be set free
The design of reality, a veil from insanity
The oil that runs through societies' veins aren't meant to withstand the fall of man
The structures becomes a shell, a virulent well
The infestation growing
A pandemic flowing
Bury the dead where the others are alive
The infestation growing
A pandemic flowing
Bury them alive where the others are dead
The purest of strains, perfectly made
The greatest minds made to maim ourselves
Strictly sickly the progress is embedded
In the origin story, where our species is headed
Flesh to dust, rot and rust
In simplicity reality finds perfection
Flesh to dust, rot and rust
The purest of strains, perfecting the dead
The infestation growing
A pandemic flowing
Bury the dead where the others are alive
The infestation growing
A pandemic flowing
Bury them alive where the others are dead
A wreckage of society bleeds violently
Festering fumes corrode the air
The living scream in horrid glee
Preserving the past in anonymity
The peaceful silent, now empty and violent
The heights breathe air now free from man
The corrosive shell rebuilds itself
A hollow existence, a cosmic submission
Flesh to dust, rot and rust
Bury the dead where the others are alive
Flesh to dust, rot and rust
Bury them alive where the others are dead
