Lyrics by Rex Minke

Lie. Deny. Die.
If futures were read from the day of a birth.
If hatered could be so foretold.
If destiny's seen
from the epiloge first....
Your existence
predicts
cryptic cold.

When a hatered
becomes personality,
Cloaked in a lifetime of lies.
The face underneath
is a guilt-ridden sheath
Beholden to unholy eyes.

Carrion makes up the
whole your soul.
A stone-hard clay heart moves your blood
The gray shroud of skin,
Holds your entrails within,
That rage like a torrential flood.

Rot if you will
Die so you must
Thrown to a wasteland....
Your steel heart
Shall rust

Rot so you must
Die if you will
You're headed to hades
Your one final thrill

Outside a hurricane
Not seen before.
Destroying the homestead,
In all but the door.

The two sides that represent
Out and then in
will mess
with your mind,
will mess
with your head.
The right move will leave you a lifetime of pain,
the wrong move...
you're lying there dead

Turn then away,
with nothing to say
What lies out before you is yours
The pit of your being
Is what all are seeing
Your lifetime has
become a chore

Rot if you will
Die so you must
Thrown to a wasteland....
Your steel heart
Shall rust

Rot so you must
Die if you will
You're headed to hades
Your one final thrill

Exposed, so you go
But...
where to you don't know
You don't care, just dont look behind

The fake smile you give
To noone at all
The kindness which never unwinds
The light up above has burned any love
But the beam of your darkness will shine

Rot if you will
Die so you must
Thrown to a wasteland....
Your steel heart
Shall rust
Rot so you must
Die if you will
You're headed to hades
Your one final thrill