Morgue Desecrator

Today the world is gonna see the malice in the air
The world is gonna know what the hell is going on

You don't create your own reality
You are a floating corpse in a cell
Death is the price for living as a liar

Glory be to God, but the lies are going to chain you to hell
Glory be to God, but death is not the key to escape from hell
Glory be to God, but the lies are going to chain you to hell
Glory be to God, but death is not the key to escape from hell

You woke up on the morgue
Voices coming from nowhere
Screaming your name
Now you can't forget
What you were able to see

Today the world is gonna see
The tremor in the sky

The morgue had been closed
Until the day that someone desecrated it
The dead can no longer rest
Be aware they could be anywhere
They just want to ruin your fate
What else can you guess?
You have never given your best
Now you detest to fail the test

Meanwhile you can't even understand
How evil can I be!

You don't create your own reality
You are a floating corpse in a cell
Death is the price for living as a liar
And now you are going to see
How your world burns on fire

Hell is now the only place where you can be
The heat will melt your bones
Loneliness will corrupt your soul

I'm the son of desperation
The shadow of desolation
Rise in the middle of hope a well of isolation