Fuck waiting around to die
When all my life i've вееn dead inside
Fear as a god
The final facade
The rapture in exile
The flooded red
And black as the winter ahead
Abstract and artifacted
When we are all either
Outsourced or outcasted
They'll melt the bodies down
To reclaim the plastic
And separated from their
Mothers in masses
I am your enemy now
And you will never take me down
I am the rapture in exile
Would you change it if you could
Or continue to realize
What you never understood
Is that this world could be yours
But i don't think you want it
