Place holder vocals and drums.

Caught in a fragment, 
cold motionless being,
the compost of the earth.
Destined to wither, to rot away,
becoming future soil. 

A most vital part 
in which new life is born.
The conscious mind gone
but subconscious lives on.
Our fates intertwined, our 
fates interwoven to continuous
progress of life on this world.

Wither (Rough)

Place holder drums and vocals.

Eyes shrouded in darkness,
no light is shining through..
Covered in blood, kicking and screaming
a human life pulled through.
Behold the Grand Deceiver, 
the Cancer of the Earth.
Gnawing voraciously at the chord,
working towards its hearse.
Behold the Grand Deceiver,
the end of all life. A continuous battle
with vices and time.
The Cancer of the Earth.

From whence I became.. x2