Testo The Chaos You Made

Your faith is lost on me
It means nothing
You force-feed your beliefs
It means nothing
You are a venomous breed
On hopelessness you feed
You are a venomous breed
You prey upon the weak You judge the ones you see
It means nothing
You spite reality
It means nothing
You are a venomous breed
On hopelessness you feed
You are a venomous breed
You prey upon the weak
What would you do when no one is left to be saved?
Would you sit there and marvel at the chaos you made?