Miasma Theory

It's the end of life as we know
They fall in line and we fade to black
Don't look out the window
We're out of time and under attack

This is a nightmare with dark times ahead
If this is my life, I wish I was dead
Nothing makes sense to me, not anymore
It's been 60 days since we've seen the sun
We're gasping through gas masks, we can't even run
No, we can't run from this
This futile fight, this sickness

They're coming from the skies
They're coming for our lives
Let's face the fact that we're out of time
We're paying for our crimes

Many cloaked men in pointed masks
Telling us that there's no coming back
They're creeping in from all sides
Leaving us with nothing but to divide
This is playing at my sanity
I keep wondering what will never be
It feels as though this hallowed plague
May be the death of me

From the grave
Though every breath is filled with plague
There's pestilence at every inch
There's no cure that exists
For this world, for the sick

We've been lost for years in a smog of fear
We battle back to the days of sunlight
Some might say those days were never here at all
Terminal illness of the body and mind
Whispers in the wind
That says that we will never get back our lives
We are all plagued in the end

I can't wait for all of this to pass
All they think is we're never gonna last
All they see is the end of the masses
Our only chance is to rise from the ashes

Now in the light of all we are
We still found a way to fall apart
There's no going back, no way back from this
This time we will resist

You're not gonna write the end of our story
You'll get the blood, I'll get the glory
There's no going back, no way back from this
This time we will resist