Waste of Skin - Dead Head

Now be silent while terror is rising

Live through the blessings of hell

Will we still be prepared for the fire

Or will we pine away, in our self-chosen cell

I will be damned

Hear the terror

Now be silent while terror is rising

Our numbers have caused the decay

Blessed be the torrent of children

They won’t be a part, of the earth anyway

Legions of terror

Allow them to rise

Dark days are coming

Oceans to ice

Waste of skin

Genocide

Head up high

Through the endless night