[Music: Weston]
[Lyrics: Balich]
Crawling through your mind
A cancer on the inside
Spreading sickness `til no life remains
You let me gain a foothold
Now, I`ll never let go
I will choke your spirit down to its last breath
You are dead already
I`m just placing pennies on your eyes
I`m the immoral
The one corrupting your soul
But my work`s made easier with a some help from you
Your fear of living
Led you to your end
What is life, my friend, when you only look to death?
You are dead already
I`m just placing pennies on your eyes
Broken... Dying... Rotting
Your life is nothing!
Broken... Dying... Rotting
Your life`s worth nothing!