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