Volatile Existence (Burning the Masses)

As their motive sets in Enter the ring They became the marks and our motto's Slowly Implosive rage Brought demise for everything You're addicted What once was shall not be Put before the sun For this hypocrisy I see your pain And now it seems no one, can free men and be done Volatile Existence! I think i've felt your fear Still for the departed to actually see At their dead bodies