Hundreds of thousands dead. Corpses pile high.
By the coming of the dawn, thousands more will die

Another life isn't your problem, but who has to perish to make you care?
Body count increases hourly, before this is over we'll get there.

Witness the rider of pestilence,
For he's come to take your lives.
You're all so fucking easy to kill
It's like you just can't wait to die.

Contagion bleeds in.
The void opens wide.
Proudly we go.
The time has come to...

Die at the hands of infectious disease. A world of trauma won't stop you now.
Selfish vice on full display; you really think that you'll never bow.

A million claws grasp your lungs, you struggle but you can't breathe.
As you gasp for your final breath, try to tell me what you believe.

Rampaging white horse rules the streets, reaps a bountiful crop.
Fanged mouth tastes of the sweetly rotting flesh, the mounting carnage can't be stopped.

I am an exceptional American,
I live only for me.
This is what I believe in:
This is terminal apathy.

I am the locus of existence,
And your life means nothing to me.
I am the apex of glory:
I am terminal apathy.

We have become hateful creatures.
We have become what we have chosen to be.
We succumb to our worst nature:
We succumb to terminal apathy.

The time has come for a crumbling empire,
The end is here a dying country.
Behold our moribund executioner:
Behold terminal apathy.