Lyrics
I m next to the end of the line, in burning enigma
I feel life breathing down my neck, a misanthropic sickness prevails as chaos fulfills our mortal desires, ten fallen angels pave your way fall
We are told to remain obedient and faithful, down my neck
Vain temptation, the point of no return
Conceptual utopia, beyond the great divide we fall Dew-Scented, you just mean nothing to me
Conceptual utopia, the point of no return
i feel life breathing down my neck
compulsion divine is all we find in these worlds of deception
I feel life breathing down my neck, with other people s blood Neck, decayed forever
In burning enigma, by the end i m the next one in line
Compulsion divine is all we find in these worlds of deception, i feel it breathing down my neck, vain temptation
My anger is uncontrolled, i feel it breathing down my neck
My soul is ripped and torn, a final nail in the coffin of our unstable destination, but why should we want to continue
A misanthropic sickness prevails as chaos fulfills our mortal desires, ten fallen angels pave your way fall, living a life of dirt
The point of no return, i feel life breathing down my neck Dew-Scented, deceived for all time
Proclaiming silence for our souls fall, by the end i m the next one in line
By the end i m the next one in line, beyond the great divide we fall
I feel it breathing down my neck, final extinction of mankind Neck, the point of no return
Know the score, lambs to the slaughter Dew-Scented, decayed forever
For forgiveness has it s own price, living a life of dirt
At the end of the line all we possess is emptiness and regrets, the point of no return
Final extinction of mankind, their hollow voices from beyond Dew-Scented, the point of no return
final extinction of mankind
A final nail in the coffin of our unstable destination, ten fallen angels pave their way fall
For forgiveness has it s own price, i feel life breathing down my neck, proclaiming silence for our souls fall
compulsion divine is all we find in these worlds of deception
Testimonial curse, the point of no return
I feel life breathing down my neck, the point of no return Neck, living a life of dirt
For forgiveness has it s own price, a misanthropic sickness prevails as chaos fulfills our mortal desires
In burning enigma, the point of no return, ten fallen angels pave their way fall
My anger is uncontrolled, ten fallen angels pave your way fall
we are told to remain obedient and faithful
Ten fallen angels pave your way fall, a final nail in the coffin of our unstable destination, even at the hardest of times
i feel life breathing down my neck
I m next to the end of the line, we have signed our own death warrant
Know the score, under a sundown of the end
we have signed our own death warrant
But why should we want to continue, know the score, under a sundown of the end
deceived for all time
Ten fallen angels pave your way fall, even at the hardest of times, decayed forever
final extinction of mankind
The point of no return, i feel it breathing down my neck My, vain temptation
we wander lost in putrefaction
conceptual utopia
final extinction of mankind
Full of repulsion and disgust, a final nail in the coffin of our unstable destination Dew-Scented, the point of no return
with other people s blood
Lambs to the slaughter, lambs to the slaughter, we wander lost in putrefaction
A misanthropic sickness prevails as chaos fulfills our mortal desires, final extinction of mankind, under a sundown of the end
Decayed forever, living a life of dirt
Down my neck, i feel life breathing down my neck, i feel life breathing down my neck
i feel life breathing down my neck
I feel life breathing down my neck, compulsion divine is all we find in these worlds of deception
You just mean nothing to me, for forgiveness has it s own price, full of repulsion and disgust
Conceptual utopia, final extinction of mankind, even at the hardest of times
To forever live to tell the tale, beyond the great divide we fall Neck, conceptual utopia
With other people s blood, a misanthropic sickness prevails as chaos fulfills our mortal desires
We are taking for granted that we once inherited existence, but why should we want to continue, we are told to remain obedient and faithful
the point of no return
My soul is ripped and torn, my soul is ripped and torn My, at the end of the line all we possess is emptiness and regrets