An End To Flesh

Amongst the constant flow of thin blood
Our skin crawls from lack of circulation to the brain
Always wanting more than whats already inside
A blank mind only programmed to avaricious desires
Fear of losing what has not yet been accomplished
Selfish lies add fuel to your hate game
Happiness for seen in green
Dreaming of a pure soul
Do you dream much?
Because reality has no peace in your life tonight
Wasted a lifetime on pure thick lies
Plagued by a society of black hearted feigns
[ Onward To The Killing Field Lyrics ]