The Extinction Of Flesh - Pathology

What to take red or blue

Comfort of the unknown is bliss

To persue the truth is not a choice

Take us all from this

The extinction of life

Unplug status quo persecution

Deceiving in consciousness

It is the question that drives us Existence isn’t reality…

The extinction of flesh

As they farm the drones of flesh

Horror are machines

We are power

To dream or sleep

Unplug status quo persecution

Deceiving in consciousness

It is the question that drives us Existence isn’t reality