| Your kind has been aborted. | |
| This world abandoned left desolate, | |
| Depleted of all its resources. | |
| There's no recovery from this. | |
| Yet there are survivors scarce | |
| Who hide amongst the ruins where | |
| A crucial decision must be made; | |
| To die of starvation or take ones life and feed upon their flesh. | |
| The sky won't expose any answers, | |
| So stop searching there. | |
| You cannot escape reality's trials | |
| With a simple prayer. | |
| For such a complicated sin fear not of punishment. | |
| Find enjoyment in their pain and incisions made. | |
| You're not a heathen for thinking this if God can allow these situations. | |
| With no response or a single sign sent from the heavens, | |
| Is God deaf, or maybe dead? | |
| Is God deaf? God is not deaf, just non-existent. | |
| Allow your last ounce of faith to diminish. | |
| Let the hunger consume your thoughts. | |
| For all the years spent on your knees | |
| Finally stand to think without looking above. | |
| Finally you stand to think without looking above. | |
| Desperate times call for desperate actions. | |
| So murder, consume, and repeat for survival in a devastated world of exile. | |
| This is a mandatory sacrifice |