Disease - Fit For A King

Step back, look forward

There’s nothing for us here

Our lives have been wasted

Cowering in fear

Violence, hate, pride

Hunger, greed, spite

We thought we were invincible

(The end isn’t near!) The end is here!

We thought we were unbreakable

To save us we must end us

We must end us

We must die!

Ruled by monsters with no faces

Living life with no need

We are forgotten

We are abandoned

The darkness is our home

We are forgotten

We are abandoned

Hell has come for us

We thought we were invincible

(The end isn’t near!) The end is here!

We thought we were unbreakable

To save us we must end us

We thought we were invincible

We thought we were unbreakable

To save us, we must end us

The demons rip into my chest

Extracting a disease we spent years trying to suppress

Constricting veins

Bloodshot eyes

Hell has come to claim its prize

There’s no way out!

No way out

Nothing can stop the storm that’s destined to wipe away the seeds

Leaving nothing behind but lying, death, and unending pain

There’s no way out

When you’re born to die