Dancing on the graves of this culture of death that offers nothing
Pushing me to madness!
Pushing me to madness!

He's egotistical, with a lost soul and a lust for destruction
Why do we taste the poison that rots our dreams and turns realities into nightmares?

Pain and loathing are the drugs that make him feel
Pain and loathing, he'd rather bleed from within than feel nothing at all

Insecurities they're clouding up your mind
You can't escape, you can't escape, you can't escape
Nothings good enough to be liked or loved
The toxic traits you possess are disguised by force fed lies

Pain and loathing are the drugs that make him feel
Pain and loathing, he'd rather bleed from within than feel nothing at all...

Culture of death...

Culture of death, pushing me to madness
Culture of death, pushing me to madness!

Culture of death, pushing me to madness
Culture of death, pushing me to madness
Culture of death, pushing me to madness
Culture of death, pushing me to madness