Still We Destroy Fit for an Autopsy (Ft. CJ McMahon)

I am human
I am horror
I am the creator and the destroyer
A black cloud of corrosive breath
I am the giver, the taker, the messenger of death

Relentless in our pride of never-ending faults
We make the oceans rise and turn cities into salt
No time to care about the cost of living
Civilized suicide
No exoneration

This is our home yet still we destroy
On a warpath we will never return
And we are never coming back
Victims of a repetitive past
Our future was never meant to last

I am human
I am horror
I am the creator and the destroyer
A black cloud of corrosive breath
I am the giver, the taker, the messenger of death

Bright blood red
The eyes of man
Writhing in sickness
Speaking in whispers
Bright blood red
The eyes of man
Swimming in sadness
Slow and silent killers