End of Flesh - Whitechapel

I am alive

But I am dead in the world I was born into

I am alive

And here I stand waiting to feel something inside

I am rotting away into a state of mind

Altered, lethargic, bleeding from the eyes

My joints are frozen, a sudden energy

Jolts through my veins exorcising the demons in me

In the blink of an eye

I have realized my location, the place they call the underworld

Its presence is amongst me

The maniacal sounds haunt these grounds

Where the strongest of men tread not

Where Gods are reduced to slaves

This unholy soul has birthed me again

The bowels of hell cannot digest me

Mother earth vomit me forth

I am alive

But I am dead in the world I was born into

I am alive

And here I stand waiting to feel something inside

My salvation has run out

Restless souls of death

Rise with me

If humanity’s heart still beats

Take all their lives

And black out the skies

In the blink of an eye

I have realized my location, the place they call the underworld

Its presence is amongst me

The maniacal sounds haunt these grounds

Where the strongest of men tread not

Where Gods are reduced to slaves

This unholy soul has birthed me again