The Pendulum Swing

Spread the infected in circles

The clock is ticking around this failing human breeding ground

This cursed race is destined to crawl in its own, in its own filth

And scavenge the cure from the masses

Of the fallen

Someday you'll never understand

Your days are numbered

And then the day will come when you know

Your days are numbered

After the evacuation of evolution

The sky will mourn the light away

And there will be no survivors

After the evacuation of evolution

The Sky will mourn the light of day

And there will be no survivors

The clock is ticking