Rotting Misery (Live at the Roundhouse)

Unleashed upon man Their poisoning brains An empty grasp – A threat to all those sane The daggers poised For shallow minds Unheard laughs Disrupting all mankind… This rotting misery The beggars are all gathered No others rule supreme Rotting misery Clouded realities Brought before us Their pointless lives As all their faith is lost Morbid existence Of these poor souls Now must die to exist no more