Fit for an Autopsy
Oh What the Future Holds
Grieve
Servant
Lesser man

Plead
To close the hole inside
Betrayer of self

The ancient wound seeps
With the fading pulse of the prey

Consequence
Stains the soul
Never to be erased

The god that gives always takes away

Oh, what the future holds

Oh, what the future holds
Oh, what the future holds
It's worse than you know