The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain & Kirk Windstein
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
There is no light
There is only the dark
There is no light
There is only the dark
Life is a nightmare
Death is a gift
I'll see you all at the fountain of youth
We are the children of death
Nailed to the cross
We have nothing left
You try to see but you have no eyes
And when you feast you feast on flies
For when you speak you tell only lies
Wallow in the shit that falls from the sky
With every breath we pray for death
With every breath we pray for death
We are the children of death
Nailed to the cross
We have nothing left
You try to see but you have no eyes
And when you feast you feast on flies
For when you speak you tell only lies
Wallow in the shit that falls from the sky
You try to see but you have no eyes
And when you feast you feast on flies
For when you speak you tell only lies
Wallow in the shit that falls from the sky
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
There is no light
There is only the dark
I welcome death with open arms
There is no light
There is only the dark
I welcome death with open arms