Traitors
Weak World
Claiming righteousness
Screaming for death
Put me to rest

It's a weak world
A sorry, ending weak world
Infection infested
Waiting to never reprieve, be digested

Violent by nature
Colder than usual
Ignorance now rules
Selfish and proud

Collapsing underneath the weight
Born into lies, our final fight
Come treasure with reality
It's all worthless to me

Feel the demons between us
Consistently inflicting pain
All the wretched collection of people
On this god damn earth

Dead on the floor
Not what you waste
Please, God, say it to my face
Dead in the head
Looking for answers

Nothing is sacred
Nobody gives a fuck
What do you have to offer?
It doesn't make a difference
We're all ready to forget all of this
I think of evil
Our existence, its malevolence
We were made to suffer and die alone