out of love out of mind out of food out of time those who live do not care a taste of war a taste of death die live for the cross it has been said but in the end aren t we all dead death has come from cross the sea now realize reality time out of mind carnage butchery leaving life behind lethal tendencies die those who rest the kiss of death is upon most every face feel the fire from the sky to diminish the human race die there lies no one here but me bloody bodies in the debris before i breathe my final breath peer into the face of death genocide they take you down to the burning pit of hell you realize you re wondering what s the burning that you smell could it be the dying world or could it be the pit for if this is my hell for me then maybe i need it