Texty: Cryptopsy. Emaciate.

Battle through with
Expertise and strength
Friendly fire, napalmed
Burning, blackened blood
Jesus lovers renege on
Promises of removal

Nobody there ever had a reason to kill
All we had was an obligation to live
When that reason becomes unobtainable
Survival is useless, we're unable

Den of disease, uncommon thieves
Thievery of a most devious kind
Of body and soul

Act as a marionette
Yellow puppetmaster's strings strangehold
Horrific tales untold, malarial chills unfold
From anopheles mosquitos relentless offensive