The Wretched End - Numbered Days Lyrics
Generated through ages of time and dustSupposed to be the last massAll wrapped up in malicious human lustA god-denying, self-imposed taleMacabre, yet intriguing fascinatingA world high on staleWhy are we all hibernating ?A breath-taking experience for any and allGut wrenching pleasureBravest are the ones who still stand tallBy all means, use it as a measureOur days are numbered - all the way downCatle and men - all going to endSpirit of the world, defunct and forgottenWhite noise, it is all tormenting our soulsA kin so near, still so far awayIt cuts through even our bowlsCan anyone lead the goddamn way ?A shower of blood, a sink full of wasteAn idiot with an icon, a moron short of wordsIs that what you call good taste ?Where is the mouth full of worms ?Our days are numbered - all the way downCatle and men all going to endspirit of the world, defunct and forgottenLet's pray it's going to be quick