Old Wounds Rest In Piss
Crawl, this is the end
Bark, the march of the damned
Beg, the crawl of the pigs
This is the end
While the world burns, the religious hide with their tales tucked between their legs
Hell is a place on earth where men live in greed and purge in filth
Hell is a place on earth where men live in greed and purge in filth
Let this end with us
There's comfort in knowing this is the end of the unjust
Etch the names into the graves
The youth are sick and tired
The old are jaded tyrants
The youth are sick and tired
The old are jaded tyrants
We have killed us
We made the bed of snakes
We built this house of shit
We have killed us
Crawl, this is the end
Bark, the march of the damned
Beg, the crawl of the pigs
This is the end
Hell is a place on earth where men live in greed and purge in filth
Hell is a place on earth where men live in greed and purge in filth
I couldn't dream it, I can't believe it
I've been living in the kingdom of suffering
Are you so deaf to the cries?
You have killed us
You have killed us
You have killed us
You have killed us
You have killed us
You have killed us
You have killed us
You have killed us
