Embracing the aftershock, prepared for loss Stoking the fires of destruction Basking in the blistering heat I never think of the future, it comes soon enough We never think of the future, it comes soon enough Temperatures rising, storm clouds descend On ignorant hordes, manipulation + control
By unseen forces in plain view before us To their gods the tyrants pray On the weak the vultures prey We fight still through subversion Until the foundation rots away Darker days ahead, we have darker days ahead