Void Ripper

What can be said that's not been spoken
What can be that's not been broken
And who can tell me what is fair
And what isn't really, isn't there

The flesh is weak and the mind is tired
The body bows to its desires
Now push this thought to the back of my mind
That everyone I love will die

I believe that it's not gonna happen to me
That it's not gonna happen to me
That it's not gonna happen to me