rotting and bloated the corpses pile up another sign of what we all have in store your good intentions will not lead you anywhere signals are useless they ve called off any search your decisions where is your rationale be realistic we don t have a prayer this is the fight of our lives and if we fail my captain our blood is on your hands and if we fail my captain our blood is on your hands the failure of humankind our greatest tragedy consume your fellow man the definition of eternity is a moment alone an endless cycle of torture is all we have known an endless cycle of torture all we have known let go of your sheepish notions of coming out alive it will never happen see death as a comfort as it s agony to survive we are the starving we are the weak we are the cowards we are the meek and if we fail my captain our blood is on your hands we are the killers that you dream about we are the villains that you fear we are the killers that you dream about we are the villains that you fear