Like maggots, they breed with headlines, dining the wounds in breathless cadavers
Mirror blind and aimed for gold, Now watch a terror turn on its own
They race and they race to the carcass rot to feed
And just past decay, this design delivers life, but they prefer to play cancer
In chase for the sky, towers uprise. In fear, the earth quakes for what's forgot
They cut like the butchers with pride as their cleavers, as the tide prowls their shores
They never listened when we screamed, "Wash the blood from your hands!
Rip off the veils! Wash the blood from your hands and run, see what you forgot!"
Then the clouds met the sands as the cyclones began
In epic charge rose the hordes, all branches and thorns
As the stone from their walls broke legs as they crawled
The stars had no mercy, they screamed for blood in their fall
Six eyes pierce the night and now...
24 teeth in each of the 3 makes 72 white knives your new ending
With every slaughter bring your kingdom home
How are we deserving this pain we are feeling?
How are we deserving this pain with healing?
And on trails these symphonies of agony...
Can't you see? We're still demanding self-pity
Look to the moves of the things surrounding
We're the only ones, the only ones who keep from growing
Mirror blind and aimed for gold, Now watch a terror turn on its own
They race and they race to the carcass rot to feed
And just past decay, this design delivers life, but they prefer to play cancer
In chase for the sky, towers uprise. In fear, the earth quakes for what's forgot
They cut like the butchers with pride as their cleavers, as the tide prowls their shores
They never listened when we screamed, "Wash the blood from your hands!
Rip off the veils! Wash the blood from your hands and run, see what you forgot!"
Then the clouds met the sands as the cyclones began
In epic charge rose the hordes, all branches and thorns
As the stone from their walls broke legs as they crawled
The stars had no mercy, they screamed for blood in their fall
Six eyes pierce the night and now...
24 teeth in each of the 3 makes 72 white knives your new ending
With every slaughter bring your kingdom home
How are we deserving this pain we are feeling?
How are we deserving this pain with healing?
And on trails these symphonies of agony...
Can't you see? We're still demanding self-pity
Look to the moves of the things surrounding
We're the only ones, the only ones who keep from growing
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