Someplace in a dominant time,
We mend the break in the weak frontline.
Waist deep in knowledge that will save us. [bad word] by the yellow dogs.
Pray for salvation from napalm gods.
Bubbling skin always brings a smile to my face.

Fall back to the rear; the cowards arrive with numbers overwhelming.
They are swarming from beneath the ground.
I will let you pass

Somehow I make it through.
Pushing through
As I carve my miseries, reminders in my flesh
Pushing through.
Another glimpse of reality, another glimpse I must endure.
Pushing through
I find horrid visions when my life starts to fade
Pushing through
They all point to something, I cannot see quite yet.

All through this land, the signs, the end of man
It is approaching and until then...you'll pass.

When I cut my life drains away
An open gate to the end of days
Can it be that all these things [bad word] 
I will call upon you
Everyday flatlines in grey
dance with death..a gamble
Someday my eyes will never wake again
I will call upon you
I will let you pass