Crowning The Cycle

Now listen man:

There's no good to be found in this mire

The muck's just deeper and the further you dig

The more it sticks to your soul and skin

Slowly settling the taint within

When all is said

We'll be amongst the practical dead

Cut off from the way ahead

Picked as the world colludes

To see the circle conclude

Now listen man:

There's just filth to be found in this mire

The more you struggle, the faster you sink

So abandon your search

If you're stuck in hell

You're worse off if know it was well

When all is said

All blood is bled

We'll be amongst the practical dead

Cut off from the way ahead

A broken, battered brood

Casualties of the general mood

Picked as the world colludes

To see the circle conclude

Hear the mob calls my name

To quench its bloodlust again

One final glorious act

To end this dismal, this dismal sinister pact

Our sentence, the crowning of the cycle, our final closure

Our sentence, the crowning of the cycle

One final time to stand before the howling hundreds

Blood surging like thunder, our final closure