Lyrics The Acacia Strain

The Acacia Strain

Victims Of The Cave

Victims of the cave, we are drawn to the light

We will never be saved!

The sun without the eye

Existence is atoms and the void

Head in the sand

We bury our problems with our head in our hand

The world is covered with demons

And the eye sees everything

There is no end, there is only pretend

You are decay, I let you in, you rotted away

There is no end, there is only pretend

You are decay, I let you in, you rotted away

This is your nuclear warfare

This is your scared to death

This is your grief of the world

Resting heavy on your weakling chest

This is your plague and famine

This is your death disease

This is your pain of the world

Dying on her f*cking hate

I am your pain and heartache

I am your up at night

I am everything you hate about your f*cking life

I am your nervous breakdown,

I am crushed hoá¹—es and dreams

I am the life inside you, dying on its f*cking knees

I can not live, I refuse to die

I exist, I survive

As the leaves may fall and the dust may rise

So then someday soon, even death may die

Death may die