Last Days

It's a time of vast morbid ways
Satan counts the last of the days
We're just souls in a twisted game
Though we hurt, we're to blame
Show us no mercy, we're already here
We keep creating what we fear
Flames take over this world we found
We became the demons from underground
Everything good we swallow whole
Killing anything that could take control
We've felt so much pain but never cried
Our unborns created by lust and pride
Blood, sweat, and tears in the masterpiece we create
Oblivious that we're  building Hells own gate
Escaping amongst us our own foe
Completing the plan to kill us slow