Letra da Música: Killing Time - Gutted

Arriving in the night.
A peeling soul to pay
Crying for the light.
Piercing through your brain.

Reaching out for help.
The help in which you pray.
Searching for the answer
To questions which they say

Just killing time.

The killing time is the final bout.
Life slowly decays
From the depths of down below.
Powerful rotting ways.
Corpses laid out on the ground
Form a perfect line.

A killing time.

Rotten is the deadly birth.
Strength turns to fear.
Certain for the end result
Life's breath draws near.

A falling victim to decay.
Infection sets the pace
Rising from your loneliness
And the human race.