Quarantine Lyrics

You awake to the putrid stench
Of decomposing flesh, welcome to oblivion
Do not pray, for salvation won't come
Your savior does not dwell in this place

So turn your back on all faith
It only further holds you captive
Your savior does not dwell in this place
Turn your back on all faith

A desensitized state of consciousness
Disables every attempts to recall your origin
The sight and pungency of scorched human remnants
Foreshadow the purpose of containment

Showing symptoms of the afflicted ones
You're forcibly secluded from the general populous
Restrained, sedated and internally tested
Archaic instruments have penetrated flesh

Painfully extracting blood in search of virulent
Crimson spray stains the walls
Their draining torture device induces seizure

Vital signs are weakened
Sickness flows from every artery
There is no hope of survival for the diseased

You are the bastard, dying children of this race
You are the bastard, dying children of this race
Condemned and left in quarantine

There is no hope for survival
Sickness flows from every artery
There is no hope for survival
Sickness flows from every artery

There is no hope for survival
Sickness flows from every artery
There is no hope for survival
Sickness flows from every artery

Embrace oblivion
You are the bastard, dying children of this race