The knowledge that seeking

The favor of another

Means the murder of self

This is the resolution

The end of all progress

The death of evolution

It bleeds all life away

Silence speeds the path

To the streams of solace

That run so few and narrow

Brooks that babble

The sounds of torture

The sounds of torture

You will one day rise

To flood the banks of the chosen

This is the art of ruin

This is the resolution

The end of all progress

The death of evolution

It bleeds all life away

It bleeds all life away

Setting the path of Philadelphia

I will show you, all that I have mastered

Fear, pain, hatred, power

This is the art of ruin

This is the art of ruin

This is the art of ruin