And The World Succumbs To Vermin

One dream at a time until we run out dreams

for the vendors of idols are the onset of vandals

their worthless love has poisoned our hearts

as the world incinerates, for the very last time

our prophetic dreams entwine with déjà vu

resembling the last vestiges of substance

in this, the time of plague and pestilance

they embrace the harbingers of non-existence

and hope dissipates in every way

nos entregamos a los angeles de la muerte sagrada

before your last breath, may this be your comfort in the end