I can hear the dogs in their hysteria,
Salivating for the taste of our rotten failure.
Brutality of flesh and bone
Making enemies where there were none
Gangs of God are on the move
To bleed the slain in shallow tombs you
can be my cradle and I your grave
Captivated, we fall to meet our fate
Between layers of coma and death in fields of blood it's a sightless,
soundless, muted sense of touch
This broken world is spiritless and homeless,
burning in the wreckage of its
own damn coldness...
Brutality of flesh and bone
Making enemies where there were none
Gangs of hate are on the move
To Bleed the slain in shallow tombs
We exist in the crack of life and death
struggle in between betrayal and the end...
Grasping dry
Lifeless earthen
Decomposition
Run and hide your
flesh is no haven from suffocation
Blood Burden knows no bounds
Dig deep to skeletons in the ground
Blood Burden knows no bounds.