And to Posterity we sent a Plague
Creating destruction - forging decay
Who will ever grant us absolution
For the crimes we daily commit?
Who will wash free our hands
From the blood that sticks with them?
The faceless screams of misery
The catalouge of pain
Should make the stones weep
You cant enlighten the mind without blackening your soul
The faceless screams of misery
The catalouge of pain
Should make the stones weep
We should bear the fiercest grudge against the unjust
Yet our wrath is choked
And to Posterity we sent a Plague
Creating destruction - forging decay
The silence is false
The silenced are falsed
You cant enlighten the mind without blackening your soul
