One hundred years of life Ten Thousand souls that blight us Consume the drug that kills you - these stupid fucks can't feel though Absent-minded creatures swarming, sucking, fucking, leeching, forming Bow down to the past and resent underneath the tower's presence A beacon lights the sky - show the way for these souls to die. No help to cry for, a delusional nightmare All you spread is disease, lies, and rumors Burden life you fucking tumor Succumb to the past and resent underneath the tower's presence