The Anthem

This decay is tearing away at men who were created to be protectors of this pure love, not defenders of this sickening last
That strips away and decays all our minds
It destroys who men are and rips away, corrodes who women are, a beautiful creation
This sickness, it's tearing us apart
So turn away, it dies tonight
This sickness, it dies tonight
We'll throw it away
with this last there will be wrath