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Fit For An Autopsy

Fear Tomorrow

 

Fear Tomorrow


"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!"
[from "Macbeth" by William Shakespeare]

It never ends
The rats that carry the plague
Withstand each passing wave
Gnawing through the resistance

Earth aches to open
And shed the surface
Hell will greet us with vengeance

Pits of devils
Send whispers through soil
All life is fleeting
Sickened servants
The common extinction
Of irrational beings

Paint the faces of messiahs upon the trees
Gods to graves to gods again or so it seems
Picturesque this poison
Blood is soon to follow
And with each dying day
You will learn to fear tomorrow

Fear tomorrow

How they crawl
Like serpents from their holes
Blissfully ignorant
The punishment is permanent

Fools will follow
Footsteps to the fire
Where hell will greet us with vengeance

Pits of devils
Send whispers through soil
All life is fleeting
Sickened servants
The common extinction
Of irrational beings

The eyes of hope
See nothing

Billions of corpses
Entombed in dirt
Swallowed by the salivating
Sewer mouth of the earth

Scars of timeless fractures
Shift in perfect form beneath our feet
Aligned to the ends of the falling sky
That couldn't hold the air we breathe

Paint the faces of messiahs upon the trees
Gods to graves to gods again or so it seems
Picturesque this poison
Blood is soon to follow
And with each dying day
Now you will learn to fear tomorrow

Hell will greet us with vengeance
Hell will greet us with vengeance

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