Your Demise Lyrics - Beautiful Stories For Ugly Children - Mushroomhead

let your promise deflate, 

As your children grow irate 

With life, here inside, say goodbye 

In time, you'll have to face up to this 

Dying human race machine you prize, 

Your demise... 

Is such the pill to swallow 

Echoed, your words ring hollow, still 

You muster up some more lies 

So hard to realize your fate 

Through swollen, twisted, blinding eyes 

Pushing the taste of you and I 

Through every hole 

Twist back your whole tomorrow 

Can't count the daze inside the vein 

That steel is crippling you now 

Tomorrow you won't know your name 

Breakdown and burn for all your worth 

In time to finish your last word 

In time you'll have to face up to this 

Dying human race machine you prize 

Your Demise