Death rode his chariot. City to sea, and port to port. In search of golden sorrow, To spread fear through abject horror. Call him by his name. Call him by his name. Call him by his name. Call him... By his name. Birds of omen approach the shore. Terror’s come from the blood of yore. Hallowed switchblade by his leg. Assassinates more than ever saved. Do not look into those eyes: Soulless, black and terrifying. Death has come to grace the souls Of the weak and the unknown. Tolling bells for pale estates. Sickness rampant in the streets. “Death bequeathed cures unto me. Fear me not, I’ve the answers you need. And I’m here to save.” “Just call me by my name. Call me ‘Doctor Plague’” I salt the open wound that pulls upon the nerves. An eye upon the globe of a sinful scarlet trove. Paradise is dead. Slumber sickly in your bed. My fee collected at your grave. It’s your bill to be “saved”. Just call me by my name. I’m the one that’s here to save you from the charade. Charlatry’s my trade. Death calls for his claims, And no quarter does he cave. I’ve come to heal you from this plague. Just call me by my name. Call me ‘Doctor Plague’. Call me ‘Doctor Plague’. Reality is subjective to my medical opinion. Now I think you have the sickness, And it’ll cost to fix it... Just call me by my name. I’m the one that’s here to save you from the charade. Charlatry’s my trade. Death calls for his claims, And no quarter does he cave. I’ve come to heal you from this plague. Just call me by my name. But don’t you want to be saved? Don’t you want to be sane? (Solo: Carlino) (Solo: Almeida) With silent gait, he pulls in ashore. Across stone walls, stalking your doors. Miseries sold by the pound. Spreading infection and fear town to town. Wraiths in black cannot be trusted. Feeding on innocence in exchange for profits. The sickness is real, we’re not this naive, To believe everything that they want us to think. The time has come, to heal our own. Fear when mongered creates a hole Down through a tunnel too deep to dig out of: Lying bastards give not doctor’s orders! (Solo: Carlino) Just call me by my name. I’m the one that’s here to save you from the charade. Charlatry’s my trade. Death calls for his claims, And no quarter does he cave. I’ve come to heal you from this plague. Just call me by my name. Just call me by my name. Call me Doctor Plague. Oh, how miraculous you’ve healed... What a wonder to the world! Am I a savior in your eyes? Why the look of spite? Why is the bottle still sealed tight? Call him by his name. Call him by his name. Call him by his name. Call him... Doctor Plague!

Tonight won’t be like the others... Blood runs cold beneath the covers. Evil lives in the heart of the night. We’ve come to exacerbate fright. Wide eyed: pupils dilating. The Parasomniac is crazy. Is this real? Or am I dreaming? Kick and scream: Blackheart’s encroaching... And now your mind is racing. True terror is approaching. Your primal fear, awakened. Yet you cannot wake up... Master of your dreams pulls the puppet strings. Twitching, tingling, pray for light. I’m afraid to close my eyes. I know what my mind will open. And I know that I need slumber. Let me lay here a little longer... In silhouette, the faceless crawl. Closer and closer, come their calls. Every night, deprivation tolls. One day, I won’t wake up at all... And now your mind is racing. True terror is approaching. Your primal fear, awakened. Yet you cannot wake up... Master of your dreams pulls the puppet strings. Twitching, tingling, pray for light. I’m afraid to close my eyes. For I know what my mind will open. I know that I need slumber. Let me lay here a little longer... For many, sleep is fraught with things worse than nightmares. Demons walk among us in the land of dreams. (Solo: Almeida) And now your mind is racing. True terror is approaching. Your primal fear, awakened. Yet you cannot wake up... Master of your dreams pulls the puppet strings. Twitching, tingling, pray for light. I’m afraid to close my eyes. For I know what my mind can open. I know that I need slumber. Let me lay here a little longer... Let me lay here a little longer. Let me lay here a little longer...

Crush the lungs! Stomp the air out! Drown in the floods of a plague pneumonic. Corrupted cells: disintegrating. Powering down of a body fleeting. “Who set it free?” “Where can we place the quickest blame?” Half the world will be a fucking disaster. Before they even decide to kill the games. Invisible wolves let loose to tear us apart internally. How many have to die before they heed the words, and act accordingly? Invisible wolves stalk us all. Relentlessly, they’re spreading out. We’re wearing down, not wearing thin. And one of these days we’ll do you in! We’ll do you in! A “blood money contagion”? Or a “hoax” to keep us lock and key? A test to see what “they” can get away with? To bend the rules for a “new reality”? “Follow the plot holes...” “Follow the plot holes...” “Before they bury you in one...” “Before they bury you in yours!” (Solo: Almeida) Invisible wolves let loose to tear us apart internally. How many have to die before they heed the words, and act accordingly? Invisible wolves stalk us all. Relentlessly, they’re spreading out. We’re wearing down, not wearing thin. And one of these days we’ll do you in! Crush the lungs! Stomp the air out! Drown in the floods of a plague pneumonic. Corrupted cells disintegrating. Powering down of a body fleeting. “Isolate us!” “Intubate us!” “Eliminate us!” “Exterminate us!” Now we’re gone.

Waking out of my daydream and you’re no longer there. I can’t escape the hell I’ve been feelng. Another tragedy and cross to bear. No, I won’t... I won’t bury myself alive in this rut. Scratch at the walls, Gasp for air. I’m not too far down to find my way out. All my fingers are broken, And my heart is blue. Forever, I’ll have your memory. These ashes are my proof of you. Waking up from a bad dream. Shirt drenched and covered in sweat. Two months and twenty bottles of whiskey Hasn’t done a goddamned thing (to heal me). No, I won’t... I won’t bury myself alive in this world. Scratch at the walls, Gasp for air. But I’m not too far down to find my way out. All my fingers are broken, And my heart is blue. Forever, I’ll have your memory. These ashes are my proof of you. You were taken from us. In a flash you were here, and now you’re gone. Take a look in the mirror... Did I take you for granted or am I just lost? Endless stays. Living in the end of days. Endless stays. Living in the end of days. No, I won’t... I won’t bury myself alive in this world. Scratch at the walls, Gasp for air. But I’m not too far down to find my way out. All my fingers are broken, And my heart is blue. Forever, I’ll have your memory. These ashes are my proof of you. (Solo: Carlino) And though you’re gone, I know you’re never far away. I’ll keep sifting with these broken fingers through this ash till I find my way. Endless stays. Living in the end of days. Endless days. Living in the end of days.

Beneath the faded skyline, Past dead neon lights, Lie the shadows of a world gone dark. Sunset paints a picture, Of blues and reds turned grey and white. The voiceless standing silent, Amongst their walking dead. Never-mind the darkness. It’s recession’s only mere moments away. The air we breathe grows cold and thin, But hope is our salvation. We rise as the cries grow louder now, Boisterous and immense. One day, these cities will all rebound. Restored invigoration. When I walk these streets, these days, I’ve never felt so lonely. I can hear the wind, ever so subtle, Carry it’s echo for miles now. Breathe new life to make our colors bold! (GIVE UP THE GHOST!) I can’t stand to let us wilt. To let love die. To kill compassion. As I drive these streets, these weeks, Silence, fear and sadness rule. Like a fevered daydream, I keep on pinching to see if it’s real or make believe. It feels like forever since we knew the world before this war. Now human connection seems like a dimension removed from our front door... Breathe new life to make our colors bold! (GIVE UP THE GHOST!) I can’t stand to let us wilt. To let love die. To kill compassion. Breath new life to heal a world gone cold. It’s still the land of dreams. I still believe we can bring her back to life. (Solo: Carlino) Breathe new life to make our colors bold! (GIVE UP THE GHOST!) I can’t stand to let us wilt. To let love die. To kill compassion. Breath new life to heal a world gone cold. It’s still the land of dreams. I still believe we can bring her back to life. (Solo: Almeida) Bring her back to life! Give up the ghost! Bring her back to life! Give up the ghost! Give up the ghost outside!

Let’s party for the end of the world. Take off your masks and show me your worth. There’s no fun without any danger. Let’s swing from the ceiling and dance on the chandeliers. It feels so good to rock and roll. And you look so good with nothing on. I say we dance on through the morning light until our heads are on fire and we own the night. Real glad that you stayed the night, But I’ve got new guests and I called you a ride. You said ya had things to do... It’s not my fault. You had fun didn’t you? Then it’s on to the next one. Yeah I’m on to the next one. Let’s party for the end of the world. Every vice you need will always be served. Drink up, light up, it’s debauchery. Where we’re headed there’s no need to be cautionary. Cus it feels so good to be alive, When you’re upside down all tight and tied. We might not be around much longer, So let’s rock, motherfuckers, and keep doing wrong, girls. Real glad that you stayed the night, But I’ve got new guests and I called you a ride. You said ya had things to do... It’s not my fault. You had fun didn’t you? And round and round we go... (SOLO: Carlino) The high road’s for fools. There’s plenty for you. When I’m on your shoulder, there’s nothing to lose... (Lead & Harmony: Almeida) Real glad that you stayed the night, But I’ve got new guests and I called you a ride. You said ya had things to do... It’s not my fault. You had fun didn’t you? Wait a minute now... this ain’t my bed! What’s the change on the nightstand for? Why you gotta push me out the door? And it’s on to the next one. I guess she’s onto the next one. I guess I’m onto the next one. Fuck.

(Solo: Carlino) Another night in a 6 by 8. 4 walls and the bars I’ve grown to hate. Inside I start to suffocate and fade away, While 2 more ‘mates get dragged away. The stench... It’s just too much to take. I can feel it inside. I can feel it inside. It turns and twists in my chest, jagged, like A knife. I can feel it inside. The Fever burns me alive. Oh, what I’d give for just another day of life. Take me from this tomb, To live my days out few, With the ones I’ve loved and knew. As my skin is turning blue... (Solo: Almeida) Sweating bullets and coughing up blood. I hear ‘em saying that the bodies are piling up. I wasn’t meant to die in a cage without love, From the ones that know I’m not out for bloodlust. In god you trust? In fear, I’m dust... I can feel it inside. I can feel it inside. It turns and twists in my chest, jagged, like A knife. I can feel it inside. The Fever burns me alive. Oh, what I’d give for just another day of life. Take me from this tomb, To live my days out few, With the ones I’ve loved and knew. As my skin is turning blue... Embers of the flame ignited. Bodies twisting and contorting. The agony of loss will haunt those Without a chance to grieve in person. Who are you to deny a sacred rite? A peace? Toss us aside. Turn us to ashes. What will you tell our families? Take me from this tomb, To live my days out few, With the ones I’ve loved and knew. Hurry up! There is no time! Take me from this tomb, To live my days out few, With the ones I’ve loved and knew. As my skin is turning blue!

Come alive in the rear view of this hearse... Flesh is pale. It’s cold. These bones are sore. So sore... Rigor Mortis set in motion, but My mind is functioning and I’m craving brains. Rigor Mortis it fuels the pain that I feel. Returned to life, the only cure is to stop my brain. Flesh don’t soothe my appetite... I only crave the living brain... Looking out the window of this four-wheeled mausoleum. Seeing children crying for what this life used to be... Rigor Mortis set in motion, but My mind is functioning and I’m craving brains. Rigor Mortis it fuels the pain that I feel. Returned to life, the only cure is to stop my brain. The only thing that soothes the ache... Oh, the pain... I need MORE BRAAAAINS! Sharpened. Clamoring. My intestines twitch. My flesh dissolves: rotting, crumbling. Hunger calls. Revolting stenches oozing in... with the dead. Bring me the brain of your finest head! I must feast for the pain to end. (2x) Electrified stimulae. I feel alive. Chewy morsels, rectified. Justify the undead pain of life. More pain? More brains. But hold the eyes... Bring me the brain of your finest head! I must feast for the pain to end. (2x) Rigor Mortis set in motion, but My mind is functioning and I’m craving brains. Rigor Mortis it fuels the pain that I feel. Returned to life, the only cure is to stop my brain. The only thing that soothes the ache... Oh, the pain... I need MORE BRAAAAINS! MORE BRAAAAAINS!!!

The moment of death: a vertigo rush. A mindset reeling from a grievous gust. Scattered thoughts in a disordered state. And an ever longing wish for the moments passed. They bury a body: a skin and bone shell. But the memories we leave stand atop the ground. The essence of a person is forevermore: Immortality achieved beyond the mortal coil. In death we lose another. A father. mother. sister. brother. friend. Chimerical perception of eternity. Shattered in an instant by engulfing loss. Self-reproach beckons to consume the lives of those we leave behind. Insidious weight: the onset of regret. Must be broken for no one’s really left. Ghosts of the past. Stewards of future. Memoriam In Aeternum. Each night, I think of you. Each day, a promised truth. Each shining smile: A reminder that death cannot erase you. (Solo: Carlino) Proclaim now these cautionary words. Assimilate the sorrow and the mortal strife. There is nothing so absurd as a human life. But there is nothing more important than to live it. To be here now is a fleeting gift. And before very long, You will return to the mist. The aeons of eternity will echo long with the shades you cast after you are gone. In death, we lose another. A Father. Mother. Sister. Brother. Friend. In Aether, we live forever. To be remembered with light we’ve shared in time. (Repeat) Rest the fallen. Silence for all of the souls departed. Back to the infinite void eternal. Freedom from every vexatious struggle. Memoriam Aeternum. Rest the fallen. Silence for all of the souls departed. Back to the infinite void eternal. Freedom from every vexatious struggle. Memoriam Aeternum.

Hush! (Opening Solo: Almeida) Set the tempo for a battle internal. Isolated, introspective waves. Infiltrate the quiet spaces between The conscious brain and melody. Are we men or are we monkeys? Animals upright or human beings? Instincts will only take you so far. You’ll do what you want. Do what you want. Aren’t we all the same? Hopeless strung out and vain? I think I should go against the grain... In the end, this confession’s all I have to say. Problematic the instinct to look in the other direction. To ignore the sight of violence in flight is to credit yourself a direct accomplice. “Never! I won’t change!” Infiltrate and maximize, Fight the evils found inside. But your beauty won’t last forever... NO, IT WON’T! Infiltrate and maximize, Fight the evils found inside. “Never! Never! Never! I won’t change. But I’ll live to fight another day!” Now did you really think it out? For Hell is a long way down and there’s no way out... There is no way out! Am I wrong? Am I right? In the end do I care? (I don’t give a fuck...) For all that’s been done, and all that’s been said. The world never stops for just one man. Do you know who you are, would you even care? (I don’t care!) The bridges are burning, The gears are still turning, As we walk into darkness and block out the light. Does your own life mean more than just cause and effect? There’s still time to think... So figure it out for yourself. Aren’t we all the same? Hopeless strung out and vain? I think I should go against the grain... In the end, this confession’s all I have to say. Problematic the instinct to look in the other direction. To ignore the sight of violence in flight is to credit yourself a direct accomplice. “Never! I won’t change!” Infiltrate and maximize, Fight the evils found inside. But your beauty won’t last forever... NO, IT WON’T! Infiltrate and maximize, Fight the evils found inside. “Never! Never! Never! I won’t change. But I’ll live to fight another day!” All we are is what we know, (Since) the human flaw to err was sewn. Believe in something, not in nothing, Or all you fight for ain’t worth a damn thing. (Solo: Carlino) Are we men or are we monkeys? Animals upright or human beings? Instincts will only take you so far. So do what you want. Do what you want... Think like you’ve got a head on your shoulder, Or die upon your knees. I have a feeling that it won’t make a difference, You’ll do what you want. Do what you want... HUSH! Still life is waking eyes... (Solo: Almeida)

On the edge, I punch a whole in the wall. My Muscles twitch, my body’s aching, and my skin... it starts to crawl. The room is spinning, but there’s nowhere to go. Either down in a hole or a loss of all control! I know it’s catching up to me... I’m all pent up with anxiety. I need something else to deviate. To fill the void that’s driving me insane. Adrenaline! My heart is racing and I’m loose on the street. Like a Lion salivating at the first sight of meat: Feral, wild and I’m looking for fun. Or the first motherfucker that’ll start shit up. And now it all comes down to this: Broken bones and bloody fists. Try to cage me inside, and I’ll eat you alive. I Refuse. Resist. Now die. Adrenaline. It’s my right to reign. It’s my right to complain. It’s my right to die in vain. It’s my right... Vanity’s a bitch! (Solo: Carlino) It’s my right to fight. It’s my right to loot. It’s my right to kill. It’s constitutional, right?! Sitting back in the rear of the car with my hand and feet shackled and I’m looking at bars. Avert your eyes, kid, there’s nothing to see. I’m just a man on a mission looking for release. Excuses lies and baited truths are all the same to scum like you. All you had to do was give it time. Just wait it out. But now you’re serving nine. Adrenaline! I wasn’t meant for this world! I wasn’t meant for this world!

Blood fjords! Locusts! Darkness! Let’s televise it... Thunder! Lightning! Maelstroms! Mortify us! Who goes there? Who dares to break the threshold? There’s nothing out there for you. Monsters now dominate this realm. Chaos! Meltdowns! Trust us! There’s bloodlust in the hellfire.... Brimstone! Death wish? Leave well enough alone... Sensations of panic devour the soul. Just a drop or two of the poison is enough to immolate you... Please stay in your homes. We are the new gods! We are the new gods! In us you trust! In us your trust! Believe our words of wisdom. And know we will never lie. Because what you fear can kill you, And what you fear is real! The frogs are raining down. It’s death from up above. Believe it because we tell you: You’re future’s safe when us. ...Until you’re useless. The Age of Doom and Fear. The lines drawn between “what do you believe?”, and “just do exactly what they tell you, and thank us on your knees..” Sensations of panic devour the soul. Just a drop or two of the poison is enough to immolate you... Please stay in your homes. Blood fjords! Locusts! Darkness! Let’s televise it... Thunder! Lightning! Maelstroms! Mortify us! Hellfire! Brimstone! Death wish? Leave well enough alone... If you are receiving this broadcast in the year 2-0-2-0: A lifetime of cooperation for an eternity of Doom?