Land of Treason Germs

[Verse 1]
Land of treason, waste no reason
We are breathing fire
We're packs of dogs, we're enemies of men
We are not desired
Our faces show we've grown cold
But have not conspired
Old hearts gone, the future's on
Mother nations mired

[Chorus]
Like a receptacle for the chosen dead
We find our bodies clawed
And with the scent of death
We find that we are not so very awed

[Verse 2]
Loyalties burned, the words our blurred
Overturn your own
Walk like dogs and watch the doors
Have your other stone
Stop the toys that march disordered
Calculate the thrones
Feel the pulse descending
Decaying hallowed tomes