With hope and innocence becoming worthless and raped
We're preparing the ground for our own solid graves
The angels are leaving us down in this hole
A first row seat to the apokalypse (is) reserved for our souls
(We're) Like our fathers preaching the same mistakes
There is no denying - we're the evil incarnate
Evil Incarnate
The symptoms of decline - we didn't care
Doomed and wasted, crushed and torn
Swallowing the last pill served by the reaper
Kiss the hand of the ultimate deceiver.