Roulette

Standing on the edge of annihilation
With visions of our end they turn to black
Infected world over population
This hole of hate we dig becomes our grave
We've come to the end
This is regression
We die a little more each day that passes by
Extinction breathes down our necks
Hiding in the shadows
It patiently awaits our last mistakes
Hatred has its price and this time we'll pay in full
The day will come when we reap what we've sown
We've come to the end
This is regression
We die a little more each day that passes by
We are the fallen ones
Progression has died
Engaging the last dreams of man
Awake to red
This is the price we pay
The cries of a nation
Cries of the earth
The cries of a nation go unheard
We fail once more
Darkness sets in to our souls
Just as killing feeds
Our undying need for destruction