Symptoms Of Survival

I rip my flesh to become a victim of control
Each fallen Sun is a testament to my destruction
Fight to the death
Without a victor
They order me to shed my humanity as I grip the cold steel

They move with wicked intention
To pollute our minds
Sedate our senses
Scarred by society

Hell is constant in our surroundings
We flip the coin and I become the enemy

I will take your life or you take mine

Our blood strikes a chord in the symphony of war

Domination in my veins
Life must end for those I face
I have no mercy left for you

Symptoms of survival
I will take your life or you take mine