[00:00.00] 作词 : Jeramie Kling
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jeramie Kling/Taylor Nordberg/Terry Butler
[00:26.16]The world is a carcass 
[00:28.86]Entrenched with philosophies 
[00:31.23]Knowing why or how or when is just more rot on the corpse 
[00:36.21]It’s embarrassing 
[00:39.15]Growing decay, always growing decay
[00:47.79]Harbinger of ammunition 
[00:49.50]Deceived by the rituals
[01:00.48]Fused together in frustration 
[01:06.81]Hidden inside, the source of the fears 
[01:09.45]Shaving layers away to expose the collapse
[01:12.69]Nothing was sudden; it had to be fed  
[01:15.84]Then nurtured by our own birthright
[01:18.24]Round! You feel yourself turning
[01:24.84]Round! You feel yourself turning
[01:39.75]You are another layer of slime in the sewer
[01:40.59]Which part doesn’t feel like a lie, constantly degrading
[02:04.62]Much of this repeats freely in your mind, one of many
[02:20.61]The world is a carcass 
[02:23.25]Chided for disbelief 
[02:25.74]Questioning truth or lie or not is just more rot on the corpse 
[02:30.57]It’s embarrassing
[02:31.50]Growing decay, always growing decay
[02:33.57]Growing decay, always growing decay
[02:48.63]Harbinger of ammunition 
[02:50.16]Sound the alarm to attract your peers
[02:54.00]Deceived by the rituals
[03:04.47]Fused together in frustration 
[03:10.62]Hidden inside the source of the fears 
[03:13.41]Shaving layers away to expose the collapse
[03:16.62]Nothing was sudden; it had to be fed  
[03:19.80]Then nurtured by our own birthright

作词 : Jeramie Kling
作曲 : Jeramie Kling/Taylor Nordberg/Terry Butler
The world is a carcass 
Entrenched with philosophies 
Knowing why or how or when is just more rot on the corpse 
It’s embarrassing 
Growing decay, always growing decay
Harbinger of ammunition 
Deceived by the rituals
Fused together in frustration 
Hidden inside, the source of the fears 
Shaving layers away to expose the collapse
Nothing was sudden; it had to be fed  
Then nurtured by our own birthright
Round! You feel yourself turning
Round! You feel yourself turning
You are another layer of slime in the sewer
Which part doesn’t feel like a lie, constantly degrading
Much of this repeats freely in your mind, one of many
The world is a carcass 
Chided for disbelief 
Questioning truth or lie or not is just more rot on the corpse 
It’s embarrassing
Growing decay, always growing decay
Growing decay, always growing decay
Harbinger of ammunition 
Sound the alarm to attract your peers
Deceived by the rituals
Fused together in frustration 
Hidden inside the source of the fears 
Shaving layers away to expose the collapse
Nothing was sudden; it had to be fed  
Then nurtured by our own birthright