Such a friendly trend that's left making it seem
so insincere for the rest of us
Living is to create death
and I realize that all our hands are stained red
The stain will never fully go away
but it shall fade
There's no need for sacrifice
Giving into your temptations
Digging a hole for another corpse,
afraid to see what you're creating
The cause and effect is so obvious
that it's hard to believe what you're choice could be
Can you feel the emptiness surrounding us?
I can feel the emptiness surrounding us
But I never let it swallow me.