Malignant - Chimaira

Pollution of body and soul, the whole world is dying

Pollution of moral sin, there is no denying

Trapped in a swollen shell, barred away in a covert cell

Encased by wire and thorn

I stand and see, the hearts pour out of the hands which suffer

The Vile image encircles me

In essence the substance is killed

Tainted in this authority, wicked is its rule

A cast of impure force

Dine, the feast of the assumption is well at hand

Your physical appetite far surpasses any other

The putrid hate encompasses a million bleeding eyes

This is your way to kill the face of decay

With wounded lips, no voice will carry

And to the grave, corruption will take the blackened souls away

Wrapped up in the beautiful cedar boxes

The force had its way

Pollution of body and soul, the whole world is dying

Pollution of moral sin, there is no denying