Mournful vulturesnLay me down to sleepnnDark is light, when you choose to seenNight hides well, but not everythingnTime is the essence of truth we're toldnYet truth is not what I've ever heardnnSpread infection through fearnQuarantined mind breeds the hatenThis is their map of corruptionnDeconstructing the human racennWe walk through these lands infectednBut we are immunenTime is ripe, ripe for deathnWeep fast and praynnRumors like fleasnSpread this diseasenOur minds are impalednIn sickness we prevailnnRumors like fleasnSpread this diseasenOur minds are impalednIn sickness we prevailnnDark is light, when you choose to seenNight hides well, but not everythingnTime is the essence of truth I'm toldnYet truth is not what I've ever heardnnWe walk through these lands infectednBut we are immunenTime is ripe, ripe for deathnWeep fast and praynnRumors like fleasnSpread this diseasenOur minds are impalednIn sickness we prevailnnRumors like fleasnSpread this diseasenOur minds are impalednIn sickness we prevail