Instruments Of The End

Addicted
Self obsessed
All your excess made you fucking useless
You wear it well
No justice
We live in hell and you all fucking love it

Dead and content
I can’t comprehend
So dance and descend
Instruments of the end

Committed
To the terror
All the lies
Killed the answers
So what now, motherfucker?
Desperate times
Desperate pleasures

Run away
Numb your pain
You’ll live and die this way
Bow