In Sickness - Krum Bums

Mournful vultures

Lay us down to sleep

Dark is light when you choose to see

Night hides well but no everything

Time is the essence of truth we’re told

Yet truth is not what I’ve ever heard

Spread infection through fear

Quarantined mind breeds the hate

This is their map of corruption

Deconstructing the human race

We walk through these lands infected

But we are immune

Time is ripe, ripe for death

Weep fast and pray

Rumors like fleas

Spread this disease

Our minds are impaled

In sickness we prevail

Dark is light when you choose to see

Night hides well but not everything

Time is the essence of truth I’m told

Yet truth is not what I’ve ever heard

We walk through these lands infected

But we are immune

Time is ripe, ripe for death

Weep fast and pray