Dying Culture (Second Movement)

Dying culturedon't abuse meyou'll need me soon

Fighting for you

I'll tear up you bodiestaste the sweet smell of blood

Slow death

I causeand nightmares

I bringDying cultureno more money countsonly a fear of senseless praying

Dying cultureyour blood's on my hands

Dying culturewas there an endingwhat was on your mind

Your own breed collapsedsuffered from cancer

Taste the sweet smell of plague

Dying cultureit's the last time I squire the poison of truthinto your swelled body

Dying cultureyour blood's on my hands

No one will stop methe blossom of deathso feel my cape covering mankind

Dying cultureyour blood's on my hands

F**k youdying culture

Your blood's on my hands