Casket

I've drank from the black morass
The plague glued to my gut
The serum, the sigh, the consistent lie
The song remains the same

Wearing down your will to survive
With an enemy on all sides
Will the body ever cleanse itself? I hope so

Thin skin from the punishment
Pallor in the pigment
Bleeding brains burning in my veins
The evolution of Cain

Wearing down your will to survive
With an enemy on all sides
Will the mind ever cleanse itself? I hope so

Until my neck snaps back and cracks
I'll crawl through the night with no end in sight
Another round of caskets, belly full of maggots

Wearing down your will to survive
With an enemy on all sides
Will the soul ever cleanse itself? I hope so