Oceano - 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 your faith
It only further holds you captive
You are the bastard dying
Children of this race
Turn your back on all faith

A desensitized state of
Consciousness disables every
Attempt to recall your origin
The sight and pungence 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
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