Still We Destroy

Fit For An Autopsy

I am human
 I am horror
 I am the creator and the destroyer
 A black cloud of corrosive breath
 I am the giver, the taker, the messenger of death

 Relentless in our pride of never-ending faults
 We make the oceans rise and turn cities into salt

 No time to care about the cost of living
 Civilized suicide
 No exoneration
 This is our home yet still we destroy

 On a warpath we will never return
 And we are never coming back
 Victims of a repetitive past
 Our future was never meant to last

 I am human
 I am horror
 I am the creator and the destroyer
 A black cloud of corrosive breath
 I am the giver, the taker, the messenger of death

 Bright blood red
 The eyes of man
 Writhing in sickness
 Speaking in whispers
 Bright blood red
 The eyes of man
 Swimming in sadness
 Slow and silent killers

 We were born with death upon our backs
 Playing god will never be enough
 We want the heaven without the hell
 But the devil knows better than us
 He'll just let us destroy ourselves

 Smoke of the sun
 Let the rain fall as ash
 We were born into this world with death upon our backs
 We were born with death upon our backs
 We were born with death, with death upon our backs