You, we're coming.
Rotting in the wastes below.
Die, killing.
Rotting in the wastes below.
Rotting in the wastes again.
Giving the chance to die.
Killing for ways to fall.
Dying while in hell.
We're turned inside out.
Beyond the darkness we arise.
We're turned inside out.
Beyond the fearless cries.
We're turned inside out.
Beyond the darkness we arise.
We're turned inside out.
Beyond the piercing cries.
Artist: Charles Bukowski
Artist: The Bevis Frond
Artist: Will Downing