Phobos Rising Lyrics

How quiet and beautiful it's here.
Perfect neighbors, birds are singing and the grass is green.
Here in our motherland, in our home.
In our lovely cemetery...
Cold, fade, stunk, dead.
I lie below the ground,
Feed worms - poor corpse.
I have a plastic smile,
White face, glass orbs.
In the cruel world of pain,
I finally found my cherished place.
All my neighbors are deadmen.
Soon you will be the same.
Ruth, shame, grief, blame.
No human feelings now
Burden my soul
Because I've lost it under
The bitch's skirt.
Vultures soar above my grave,
Everyone craves a piece of my flesh.
I'm blind, deaf, but I see, but I hear
All of the suffering of our world.
I'll rise from the dead to take
All who don't wanna cry anymore.