Eternal Deformity - Pestilence Claims No Higher Purpose lyrics

What is your soul? Cracks and blisters I feel so... No love will will cure you No laughter will cheer you None of your good memories Will warm you up Cos you're buried in this grave I feel so sorry for you Hopeless millions made of your own fear Can't you see what it's all about? Cos you're buried in this grave You never knew you'd end up this way Made of your own fear Can't you see it's just sand in the wind Why don't you aim higher? High!