Dead Head - Waste Of Skin

Now be silent while terror is rising
Live through the blessings of hell
Will we still be prepared for the fire
Or will we pine away, in our self-chosen cell

I will be damned
Hear the terror

Now be silent while terror is rising
Our numbers have caused the decay
Blessed be the torrent of children
They won't be a part, of the earth anyway

Legions of terror
Allow them to rise
Dark days are coming
Oceans to ice

Waste of skin