Sepulcheretic: In the Midst of a Gunfight.

Pulsating with the vibes of a muddy massacre
I can feel their blood running marathons through the floor.
Boys and girls of all ages, clamoring to overthrow the king of Men.
We're all a bit guilty of selfish acts,
begging and pleading to be forgiven.
I've never wanted anything more.
We, the gods of Men, ain't got friends anymore.
We lost our hopes when we walked through the final door.
Trapped under ice and nailed to the walls,
We've returned with less than what you paid us for.
Hordes of plagues and buckets full of war.
Our bodies have torn in places we'd rather have intact.
Reptiles can grow their limbs back from scratch.
But humans never learned to fix their spines,
when they're ripped from their backs.
Everything changes but nothing fucking lasts.
Everything changes but nothing ever lasts.