�����������The future can't beTossed up, but it's deadAll my heart, I curse youAs you burn up the diseaseThere's no more remorse to beTaken both in the body of oblivionExpiring as the walls re-enrasted behind your stageWorship the moral bloodIDeedIDeedThe devouring mouth of hellDemons of forgivenessNow, it's your turnAt the fliesAttacksYouWe'll be right back.We'll be right back.We'll be right back.
