Orphans - Impending Doom

Life is granted by an unforeseen force

We are but molecules in motion and nothing more?

Survival of the fittest is a dark tale

Sending my generation to the depths of hell

Inventors of evil and the secrets of men

Worthy of misery, worthy of death

The pages of the old teach

That the treasures of heaven are filth of the Earth

I will not turn my eyes

I will not ignore their cries

(We have turned sanctity of life into a septic tank of living)

Oh wretched animals!

This is terror, this is darkness

This the human heart

Set me apart because

When rejection leads to depression

I proclaim in the loudest

I curse «modern day consumption»

And the chambers that execute them

Orphans come home

Life is granted by an unforeseen force

We are but molecules in motion and nothing more?

Survival of the fittest is a dark tale

Sending my generation to the depths of hell

Through the tears I see

The beauty of you

The night is over, the morning’s dawning

The pages of the old teach

That the treasures of heaven are filth of the Earth

I will not turn my eyes

I will not ignore their cries

Orphans come home

The kingdom is yours

Orphans come home!