The Virus Lyrics

The Virus stands at the altar
with it's timing of rust.
and the sky holds his eaten hand
there's no one left to trust.
This is the time.. This is the time
of the last electrick light.
People run like wild dogs
on cracks made in the earth
but still we learn our children
who to die in their pits made of dust.

This is the time.. This is the time
of the last electrick light.