With
Simple measured chops
We've notched our name into the face of time
Unadorned and brutish schemes
Driving the machine dissevering our lifeline
Auto-obsession inspiration for nausea
Corybantically, we cling to our comforts
Under the crushing weight of our retribution
Frenetically we squirm
Untold
Seeds of pain we
Sow
Into the hearts of all we know
Free of
Penitence we've
Grown
Into this wretched animal
Now
The lost,
Alone,
Have come into their own.
As
The tide
Will turn,
These cities fucking burn.
Now behold a massacre
The likes of which only plagues have witnessed
Propaganda, dogma, banter
Cast into void from which they incept
All that matters now,
Is the pain humanity will reap
Torment hammers down,
Plunging into endless sleep
Untold
Seeds of pain we
Sow
Into the hearts of all we know
Free of
Penitence we've
Grown
Into this wretched animal
Now
The lost,
Alone,
Have come into their own.
As
The tide
Will turn,
These cities fucking burn.
(1st breakdown)
Torment hammers down.
Now
The lost
Alone,
Have come into their own.
As
The tide
Will turn,
These cities fucking burn
Burn
Burn.