Blackened laughter, what we're after Winds of change will, bring disaster Broken limbs will, lie in ashes Legions form from dying masses Pain... never-ending pain... Limbs of clay will drift away What's insane will stay the same Waves of pain will cure the brain Connect our veins to the lake of decay Life after life, reborn revived The living die, but the dead survive Yellow fingers reach for the sky From decay, the dead will rise Spread the plague, await the grave Within our shells, spirits depraved In this form, fate demands Death will form where we lay our hands Limbs of clay will drift away What's insane will stay the same Waves of pain will cure the brain Connect our veins to the lake of decay Our broken frames that bare affliction And tearless eyes that seek salvation We grind our teeth, and bleed infection We see our fate in the lake's reflection The curse of the wretched The breathless, and sickened To crawl below heaven And writhe with the wicked Casket bound, in tattered skin I ache to let the maggots in I don't deserve this I crack the surface Draining blood, in flesh of canvass Armies march with static eyes Wondering if we're alive