Injustice of a fallen god
the smoke is clearing
these mortals will never be the same
the cause of natural phenomena is just
a myth.

We are true to this god
god that has fallen from above
paranoia running through his 
motherfucking veins knowing that
mutity will come once again
we are not easily defeated we grow
in different numbers, we cannot
be destroyed, and you shall not kill us.

You envy us in every other way
and knowing your death is the
only way to bring an end.

In horror of a memory we have
no way to satisfy his needs for
vengeance in this horrific 
world.