To the depths of the catacombs, nwhere the twisted are sent to crashnThat foul stench hits too close to home,nbeen drafted to the hells again, life drowned in trashnBanished from this absurd consequence,nwhat's done is done, strengthening the fightnDisplayed as your human sacrifice,ncaving in, cursed with the fragile parasitennIf you've got time to kill,nuse it on yourselfnIn command for every desicion,nstuffing your face with all that wealth,nslowly losing track of your own health....nnBarricades running free,ndefense is now paralyzednTo cripple this so called ever-lasting shield,nimplodes minds, dished out and desensitizednViewing a blind world is defeaning,nthe explosion of white light's stroke of deathnA vortex that suffocates it's victims along with it,nripping out the oxygen of each crucial breathnnYou're time has been killed,nslaughtered against younA proper way to suffer from what's been dealt,nhiding your face from something newnabsorb what it's like to go through....