This is evolution crashing down We held the Sun in our hands We should’ve been our own gods Heaven is lost to the sands Our sanctuary is gone Chaos begins, in small oblivions Where bone collectors heave Souls into cemeteries We are the anchor built to sink Through polluted seas Monuments of thieves rise from seeds of discontent Destroy the tribes Bring pestilence Defense irrelevant The tipping point that came and went We are the ruinous roaches A failed experiment The threat of the rising tide Grows stronger A promise it’ll never die Our time is no longer The nothing that is The nothing that we become We dance with the devils We worship the fallen sons The nothing that was The nothing that we will be A cycle of loss We welcome the tragedy Erase Paradise lost to the plague The cancer of fate To bury the world we betray Knives That pierce through the heart Of the foulest creature Now placed upon your neck Cowards Deserve a cowards death This is evolution The blood will reset the sin