Live or Die

Void of light

Apocalypse

Anti-Christ

So blasphemous

We could have it all

Or dwell in eternal darkness,

An open wound will never heal

And suffering is the only real consciousness

Wilted in the rotting flesh

A seed is sown in the putrid decay

A glimmer of hope in the face of death

Lying dormant in a grave of reeking betray

In the end the body will rot

But we are given the choice to decide

Hell wasn't made for us

Born with the choice live or die

Live or die

Live or die

In the end the body will rot

But we are given the choice to decide

Hell wasn't made for us

Born with the choice live or die

Void of light

Apocalypse

Anti-Christ

So blasphemous

We could have it all

Or dwell in eternal darkness,

An open wound will never heal

And suffering is the only real consciousness

Hell wasn't made for us

Hell wasn't made for us

Hell wasn't made for us

Don't give in to the wicked son

Hell wasn't made for us

Don't give in to the wicked son

We hold the key to the door of life

An open passage we have yet to see

A glimmer of hope in the face of death

Lying dormant in a grave for eternity

Live or die

Live or die

In the end the body will rot

But we are given the choice to decide

Hell wasn't made for us

Born with the choice live or die