With fatal flaws and corruption of mind We, the weak, will eat ourselves alive. As we feast like feculent worms We barely look up at the point of no return. Don't shift the blame. You are as guilty as I. Lungs fill with water. The Final Decline. These roots reach deeper now Than I ever guessed. Right down to the core Of the cold abyss. This is what you deserve. You played your part And now not even the Earth Will spit back out your bones. Don't shift the blame. You are as guilty as I. Lungs fill with water. The Final Decline.