Depression overwhelms the tallest man. Aggression from the catacombs of hell. Between the gates of life and death. I see them the same.
Sleep it down to size as it decays.
Post Apocalyptic Ruins Rise.
Chorus: My vision, created and born below. They’ll never rest, ill always show.
As the sky falls and oceans burn. Its arrival is festive at my throne. Its bringer and I fuse and ask where, Their hero’s are now.
RAPED of faith. USED to pain. Robbed…of…his...life!
