Still We Destroy - Fit For An Autopsy

I am human

I am horror

I am the creator and the destroyer

A black cloud of corrosive breath

I am the giver, the taker, the messenger of death

Relentless in our pride of never-ending faults

We make the oceans rise and turn cities into salt

No time to care about the cost of living

Civilized suicide

No exoneration

This is our home yet still we destroy

On a warpath we will never return

And we are never coming back

Victims of a repetitive past

Our future was never meant to last

I am human

I am horror

I am the creator and the destroyer

A black cloud of corrosive breath

I am the giver, the taker, the messenger of death

Bright blood red

The eyes of man

Writhing in sickness

Speaking in whispers

Bright blood red

The eyes of man

Swimming in sadness

Slow and silent killers

We were born with death upon our backs

Playing god will never be enough

We want the heaven without the hell

But the devil knows better than us

He’ll just let us destroy ourselves

Smoke of the sun

Let the rain fall as ash

We were born into this world with death upon our backs

We were born with death upon our backs

We were born with death, with death upon our backs