Breathe to be the vomitosis of a world gone wrong
were the virus the disease to end all life
in your eyes you see death as i see life
Hold a grain salt to ode Lemurian seas
to wish upon a distance of revised prophecies
and how, history repeats it's self
with a new fall out
Taste our blood in the ocean
before you know it we are a danger to our selves
Breathe to be the vomitosis of a world gone wrong
were the virus the disease to end all life
in your eyes you see death as i see life
By the time you hear this, we are already gone.