You'll see what's taken from them
To be what's left inside

You'll see what's taken from them
To be what's left inside
They feed on destruction
And these hearts left to die

Can't you see the sickness
In the face of the fallen?
Aggressively torturing
Running through my nightmare

We see what's taken from us
To be what's left inside
You'll see what's taken from them
To be what's left inside
They feed on destruction
And things they're going to drag down
Inside...

Can't you see the sickness
In the face of the fallen?
Aggressively torturing
Running through my nightmare

Without a sound, but a g*ddamn new loss
I can't take pity, my son
You'll be forsaken once it's all abound

Can't you see the sickness
In the face of the fallen?
Aggressively torturing
Running through my nightmare