The Final Cleanse

[Verse 1] Flesh rots like leaves on a dead oak tree, The plague hit hard, no one saw it coming. Skin melts, bones crack, the streets are crawling. We’re drowning in blood, bodies piled in the open. [Pre-Chorus] No heroes, no cure, just disease, just decay. All your prayers? Useless. God doesn’t give a fuck today. [Chorus] This is the end, the purge of the weak, Blood runs thick while the Earth cleans deep. We scream and burn, nothing left to keep. Annihilation's near fuck your survival dream. It’s a blood-soaked hell, there’s no escape. Nature’s revenge, no one can reshape. This is the end, and it’s all too late. [Verse 2] Children die first, their screams linger, Mothers claw at flesh with broken fingers. The rich choke on their gold as it means nothing now, They thought they'd live forever how's that working out? You run, but there’s no goddamn place to hide. The plague doesn't care it’ll find you, inside. Decay is the anthem, death is the beat, Humanity's fucked, welcome to defeat. [Pre-Chorus] No heroes, no cure, just disease, just decay. All your prayers? Useless. God doesn’t give a fuck today. [Chorus] This is the end, the purge of the weak, Blood runs thick while the Earth cleans deep. We scream and burn, nothing left to keep. Annihilation's near fuck your survival dream. It’s a blood-soaked hell, there’s no escape. Nature’s revenge, no one can reshape. This is the end, and it’s all too late.. [Bridge] Burn it all down, we’re just meat in the fire. Cities fall like dominoes, collapsing higher. Cough up your guts, spit out your lies, F**king hell, there’s no compromise. [Breakdown] blegh!!!!! [Pre-Chorus] No heroes, no cure, just disease, just decay. All your prayers? Useless. God doesn’t give a fuck today. [Chorus] This is the end, the purge of the weak, Blood runs thick while the Earth cleans deep. We scream and burn, nothing left to keep. Annihilation's near fuck your survival dream. It’s a blood-soaked hell, there’s no escape. Nature’s revenge, no one can reshape. This is the end, and it’s all too late. [Outro] The wind howls with the stench of rot, We thought we were kings, now we’re nothing but clots. No more fighting, no more cries, It’s the final purge, and everyone dies.