As the future unfolds in the end of days

Judgment of our times in biblical ways

Our man made gods, genocide is faith

Idea warfare has been engaged

Cannot [bad word] your fellow man at all these days

Sycophants out looking to get paid

Images burned into my face

Pangs of Distress salt my flesh to flay

I constantly fear everything I see

Blood is the fist of authority

Pestilence is my rabid dog unchained

Another road sign marks the end of days

I disregard those who govern me

I hate all of this treachery

I numb my mind and try to walk away

Toward the trail of tears and to the end of days

Face down on pavement and [bad word] at the end of my days

I hang from a noose that was made to slowly decay

The pangs of distress salt my flesh to slowly flay

Face down on pavement and [bad word] at the end of my days

The end of days