The Nothing That Is Songtext
von Fit for an Autopsy

This is evolution crashing down

We held the sun in our hands
We should have been our own gods
Heaven is lost to the sands
Our sanctuary is gone

Chaos begins, in small oblivions
Where bone collectors heave
Souls into cemeteries

We are the anchor built to sink
Through polluted seas
Monuments of thieves rise from seeds of discontent

Destroy the tribes
Bring pestilence
Defense irrelevant
The tipping point that came and went
We are the ruinous roaches
A failed experiment


The threat of a rising tide
Grows stronger
A promise it′ll never die
Our time is no longer

The nothing that is
The nothing that we become
We dance with the devils
We worship the fallen sons
The nothing that was
The nothing that we will be
A cycle of loss
We welcome the tragedy

This is evolution crashing down
Erase
Paradise lost to the plague
The cancer of fate
To bury the world we betray

We held the sun in our hands
We should have been our own gods
Heaven is lost to the sands
Our sanctuary is gone


The threat of a rising tide
Grows stronger
A promise it'll never die
Our time is no longer

The nothing that is
The nothing that we become
We dance with the devils
We worship the fallen sons
The nothing that was
The nothing that we will be
A cycle of loss
We welcome the tragedy

Knives
That pierce through the heart
Of the foulest creature
Now placed upon your neck
Cowards
Deserve a cowards death
This is evolution
The blood will reset the sin