Rotting and bloated
The corpses pile up
Another sign of what we all have in store
Your good intentions will not lead you anywhere
Signals are useless
They've called off any search
Your decisions....where is your rationale
Be realistic, we don't have a prayer
This is the fight of our lives
And if we fail
My captain
Our blood is on your hands

And if we fail
My captain
Our blood is on your hands

The failure of humankind
Our greatest tragedy
Consume your fellow man

The definition of eternity
Is a moment alone
An endless cycle of torture
Is all we have known
An endless cycle of torture
All we have known

Let go of your sheepish notions
Of coming out alive--it will never happen
See death as a comfort
As it's agony to survive
We are the starving
We are the weak
We are the cowards
We are the meek
And if we fail
My captain
Our blood is on your hands

We are the killers that you dream about
We are the villains that you fear
We are the killers that you dream about
We are the villains that you fear


ultrabrian