Dancing on the graves of this
Culture of death that offers nothing
Pushing me to madness, ugh!
Pushing me to madness, ugh!

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
Nothing's 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
Pain and loathing
He'd rather bleed from within than fell nothing at all

Culture of death
Culture of death
Culture of death
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