Album: Plagues...Walking Disease (2008)

Manifest Destination

The streets are gold but reek of piss and look like shit The stench of fear is real among the charlatans of dominance Make no mistake this is the age of plague and hate Our fucked up generation's come to seal our grisly fate Malajusted Forever fucked No love for anyone, anyhow, anymore This curse has ruined me and everyone can see the truth I hold behind there eyes is a lie