Rotting and bloated,   the corpses pile up,   another sign of what   we all have in store.   Your good intentions   will not lead you anywhere.   Signals are useless,   they've called   off any search.   Your decisions...  where is your rationale?   Be realistic, we   don't have a prayer.     This is the fight   of our lives,   and if we fail,   my captain, our   blood is on your hands.     And if we fail,   my captain,   our blood is   on your hands.     The failure of humankind,   our greatest tragedy.   Consume your fellow man.   The definition of   eternity is a moment alone.     An endless cycle of torture   is all we have known.     Let go of your sheepish  notions of coming out alive  it will never happen.   See death as a comfort   as it's agony to survive.   We are the starving.   We are the weak.   We are the cowards.   We are the meek.     And if we fail,   my captain,   our blood is   on your hands.     We are the killers   that you dream about.   We are the villains   that you fear.(x2)    these lyrics are submitted by Johnny Vengence