In this movement we look to the skies.
Degrading the ones we've loved and despised.
Speechless, you have given us pride.
Abandoned and hopeless, they'll look to the skies.
Comforted and faithful, we look to the skies.

As I fail to be wise, I look back on yesterday as if it had never happened.

We are the living dead,
The plague of life.
(The walking talking plague of life)

We'll become infected by this worlds infection,
We'll become blind in the hands of what is not divine.

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