Quarantine

Ready the quarantine
Coz I can guarantee
A flood of hosts of the most ambitious
Armagedonnesque diseases
You’ve ever seen

Ready the chest plates
Whatever it takes
You’re not ready for the sickening sound
Your bones make
When they break

Killed your legacy
Built on heresy

Don’t need to save me
Coz I’m here, back for more
‘till we awaken
Breeding doubt
Evermore

Ready the limousines
Stock up with gasoline
Can’t return till we burned
Every bridge in the world
Light the match on
This machine

Ready the chest plates
Whatever it takes
You’re not ready for what’s coming up next
Prepare to be erased

Killed your legacy
Built on heresy