There's a scent that plagues all guts
A static need to define what's full
But since void comes first, life's denied
Within this arid box filled with dead connections
Through the broken arc of dreams and thoughts
We are lifeless
Led to all issues
While the box rules the matter
Riding wings of self-destruction
Emptiness gives a sterile birth
We're scars that walk the earth
Infecting all your thoughts
We are the sin that makes your logic imperfect
We are a plague that infects the air
Shutting off all your thoughts
We are the mental illness
That makes you wane
We create ourselves from a dying seed
From a detached root
What is dead should stay dead
Should stay dead
Through the downfall from the moral altar
From blood-soaked chains of revelation
Should stay dead
Should stay dead
Let reason guide you
In the garden of loss
Let reason guide you
In the blood-red fields of prejudice
We're scars that walk the earth
Infecting all your thoughts
We are the sin that makes your logic imperfect
We are a plague that infects the air
Shutting off all your thoughts
We are the mental illness
That makes you wane
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We create ourselves from a dying seed
Since darkness comes from light
What is dead should stay dead
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We're scars that walk the earth
Infecting all your thoughts
We are the sin that makes your logic imperfect
We are a plague that infects the air
Shutting off all your thoughts
We are the mental illness
That makes you wane