Die, for the world is next in line.
Die, death is a gift.
We are nothing to anyone.
Our dreams, dead. Our work, forgotten.
Die, for the world is next in line.
Die, death is a gift.
We are nothing to anyone. Die.
Our dreams, dead. Our work, forgotten
Just another was, another has. Die.
For the world is next in line.
There is no bottle strong enough to numb me,
no sun bright enough to wake me.
No whore's dead hands can cleanse me of this sorrow.
Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die.
For the worlds next in line