Vision Of Degradation — Darkane

Born in filth, no future in sight Living of nothing What chances for survival exists? Is this the way to live?

Death is a choice Walk among zombies of everyday life Each day is a war against starvation Leftovers is the bliss of the day

Hail the god of transparent life Hail the god that rules the weak Hail the god, see through the waste Hail the god, degradation is the way

Razor void crumbles inside Curves flatter the spine The surrounding people express their hate No warmth, no compassion

A never-ending battle each day Enslaved, compiled, degraded Empowered by the paper thin ruler Hail thee for no demise

The god of transparent living Takes away all visions of life

Chemical indulgence Master of all misery Imprisoned by the lord of deceit Entwined in a world of chaos

Enslaved, compiled, degraded Death is a choice Hail thee for no demise Leftovers is the bliss of the day