Message From The Grave

I’ve got a message for you
And you’re not gonna like it
The poison is in you
It’s something you’re born with
And you’re not gonna fight it
You’re too weak to fight it
Nothing left but to feed it
Until it’s strong enough to feed on you
I’ve got a message for you
And you’re not gonna like it
Your classification
Is meat for the monster
The monster you trusted
The beast you created
Is raping your freedom
So if you’re not gonna kill it
Then, pray for death
Pray for death
Pray for death
Pray for death…