Disease
FIT FOR A KING · Deathgrip 2016 · Track 04 of 10
Step back, look forward There's nothing for us here Our lives have been wasted Cowering in fear Violence, hate, pride Hunger, greed, spite
We thought we were invincible The end isn't near, the end is here We thought we were unbreakable To save us, we must end us
We must end us We must die
Ruled by monsters with no faces Living life with no name We are forgotten, we are abandoned The darkness is our home We are forgotten, we are abandoned Hell has come for us
We thought we were invincible The end isn't near, the end is here We thought we were unbreakable To save us, we must end us
We thought we were invincible We thought we were unbreakable To save us, we must end us
The demons rip into my chest Extracting a disease, we spent years trying to suppress Constricting veins, bloodshot eyes Hell has come to claim its prize
There's no way out No way out
Nothing can stop the storm that's destined to wipe away the stains Leaving nothing behind but life, death and unending pain There's no way out When you're born to die