Rammer - The Caustic Fog Lyrics

Reason is burning up here in this bone dry pond,
We've lost our way with hysteria's dawn,
Try to make some f*ckin' sense of the looming feeling,
Of death's breath hot on your neck,
And now in earnest, the panic begins,
Borne on the back of the burning winds,
Hot with the stench of all your sins,
Cancer and man are the closest of twins,
We can hear the horsemen deep in our sleep,
Pounding through the venemous fog,
Deep down we know, we're ready to reap,
Amidst all the burning caustic fog,
Take a long look at your writhing madness,
Stare it straight in the face,
This caustic fog!
Your sins are burning up,
Raging out in this place,
This caustic fog! this caustic fog!