Texty: Nevermore. Obsidian Conspiracy. Without Morals.

Tread the path of sin and sorrow
Swimming to the wreck
If you slowly pull the noose you choose
To walk us if you're dead

Choke you cannot feel
The pressure never ends

Without morals we wither
We might as well be gone
I believe in the other world
We cannot right our wrongs

If you lie to me, you slander me
This is why I hate you
Your petulant seed is a dying breed
This why I hate you

Scream ... into the grave

Unrelenting and unrepentant
Suffer guilt in chains
Choke you cannot die
The lines refuse to bend

Without morals we wither
We might as well be gone
I believe in the other world
We cannot right our wrongs


If you lie to me, slander me
This is why I hate you
Your petulant seed is a dying breed
This why I hate you
You lie to me, you slander me
This is why I hate you
You lie to me, you slander me
This is why I hate

[Solo]

Roll the dice
The plot device
Is the fallacy in disguise

So until you until you cannot feel
The pressure never dies

Lie to me, slander me
This is why I hate you
Your petulant seed is a dying breed
This why I hate you
You lie to me, you slander me
This is why I hate you
You lie to me, you slander me
This is why I hate