The Age of Plague
Conjure the vision
Or twisted remains
And the great empires
Have all fallen to ruins
As I crawl through the remain
Slabs of unborn and enthralls
Of this curious and intrusive creature
I stop to think
Humanity so powerful and
Yet not able to keep itself alive
Could you conceive all of my mind's pain
Come with me through my eyes you'll
See pain you may never know
But in which your kids will grow
Writer/s: DAVID CRAIGLOW, GARY SCHIPANI, RICK BREIER, TOM FROST
