Throats filled with ulcers And dust of bones We're all designed to fall down Pestilence & famine The ashes spreading Through the towns streets The holes are filling Beginning to level out The perfumes from the roses Cover the stench of life Dreams of suicide At the burial site Distorted voices Close your eyes Close your eyes Population Control No need for prayer now No grace left for you The religions you have k**ed for Have turned their back on you now Lay as you rot As your eyes rolled back Distorted voices guide you Illumination Flames within Breath shortened Now Earth shall feed on your d**h To the dance of the vultures Martyr of space and time The thirst has been quenched