While sea of rotten flesh keep crashing down,
When this race of humans crash,
they end their
locus,
With no remorse,
spewing fire around,
We've picked them, like...
The vivium of pre-emptive disgrace,
The spiritual screams,
The ramblings of lies,
The death march,
the death knells,
Resonating to that night,
we lay,
we're visceral,
Great affection,
great allies,
Meet ourselves in fire and demise,
Survive,
one day at a time,
Lament your will,
like a lion that's on a row,
No chance of survival,
dead,
alive,
Your
grave-lot, Janjan!
Your
soul's not a chairn.
beneficial criminalized,
fear-chosen, starving,
demised,
survive,
one day at a time.
...
...
No chance to stick off,
dead or alive.
...
No chance to survive,
or,
must,
you
