Hell rains upon me
With the reigns of atomic end
It doesn't matter what I believe

Cause in the end it's all about the means
These winds are no longer safe for breathing
They convey the fatal blow

By a vessel that special delivers these poisons
They're flowing straight into my lungs
I should have know that it would end this way

But I was locked up shut down
Shoving it all away
I was in denial

And you know you're all guilty too
You're all $#&@ing guilty too


There's a sickness in my body
Every pore every aperture an avenue
For the life to escape its host

Everything I touch I leave my husk behind
Empty bones and undertones of fumes
That sear my soul I'll repair these tattered lungs

With a drop of cyanide upon my tongue

I'm too sick to move

I'm too weak to make it through
The soil I lay upon has been polluted
With a truth

And I'm too sick to move
Arms made of lead along with a shortness
Of breath brought on by armies of dead men

With no sense of regret

There's a sickness in my body

Every pore every aperture an avenue
For the life to escape its host
Everything I touch I leave my husk behind

Empty bones and undertones of fumes
That sear my soul I'll repair these tattered lungs
With a drop of cyanide upon my tongue


Now my lungs are filled with a creeping dose of
Bitter disgust for the world I used to trust


The world has yet to see what can truly be unleashed
When you $#&@ with the intercontinental travesty