Starve, Beg & Die A.K.A. Fuck You Kill Me - Circle Of Dead Children

May a black hole be our planet’s urn

Tomorrow will be the day when nobody remains

Memories of mankind fossilized in space

Trapped to the guts of a dying monster

Today sun sets chilling death and leaves us with only the sounds of deafening

barbaric noise and confusing information

A horde of angels with goats feet standing tall

One hoof upon our chests smothering us all

Cities of men thrown into the atmosphere and crushed back to Earth

No hope

No love

No sunlight or faith to squeeze through the cracks

Destroy the people of ideas

The last grips of strength will slip and all shall descend into the swelling

birth-rite of blackness

Together you and I souls blended and filed into the dumpsters of irrelevant

history