A Form Of Protest

From the inside to the surface
I think we cursed it
We kill the light with the darkness
And we deserve it
Sold our souls, they were worthless
Now we're remorseless
We become death incarnate

Falling farther now
Sinking deeper down, down, down

Should we burn ourselves alive?
Should we collapse on the knife?

I think that God is broken
And she enjoyed it
Soak in bleach, and corrupt it
Where is the purpose?
We are apocalypse
We are death incarnate
We are apocalypse

Falling farther now
Sinking deeper down, down, down

Should we burn ourselves alive?
Should we collapse on the knife?
I won't become what I despise
Yeah, we should burn ourselves alive

The hand that feeds is a servant
Were we designed to deserve this?
(Death, anger, spite, disease)
(Death, anger, spite, disease)
Death, anger, spite, disease
Death, anger, spite, disease

Should we burn ourselves alive?
Should we collapse on the knife?
I won't become what I despise
Yeah, we should burn ourselves alive