Alex Crago

Everything in life is failing
Every god is crusading
Everything we ever think
Is that we're not meant to be

What have we become
In our darkest hour
What have we achieved
In our fading dreams
We are nothing
Without destiny
What have we become
Without destiny

We were born to decay
To feed our home
If life's a mistake
We should bury our own
Put the gun to our heads
Young to their knees
Pull the trigger
And achieve destiny

Let the world eat
Let the bodies rot
Let's remind society
What they forgot
We're just soil
In constant doubt
There's no point to achieve
The goals sought out

Not far from the grave
Don't pity your mistakes
We are one
We are whole
We are nothing to save

What have we become
In our darkest hour
What have we achieved
In our fading dreams
We are nothing
Without destiny
What have we become
Without destiny

Throw down the infants
Slaughter the fertile
Burn the virgins
Execute the futile

Darkness rises
From the unjust abyss
Death approach us
By our hands
Rise to fate
In utter dismay
Slaughter your own
To spare the pain

We hold the gun
But who pulls the trigger
We fight for ourselves
But what of the future
We're good as dead
In the heat of passion
Who'll get slaughtered
To gain satisfaction

To gain satisfaction

Not far from the grave