No Absolution Thy Art Is Murder
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[Chorus]
Cast out, from the pits of hell
No fire of redemption
Circle of pain, you know that fear is the poison inside you
[Verse 1]
Arteries lead their way from the machine
It's toxic fumes drown the youth, it chained them up to television screens
Quiet streets, hollow hearts, empty eyes
Cruel fate wasting away, try to salvage the guilt
[Pre-Hook]
Pave your highways with gold
Build your palaces and empires with the lives that you stole
Crush their homes under foot into the mud
And float away alone in a sea of their blood
[Hook]
There's no remorse, no absolution!
No remorse! No absolution!
[Post-Hook]
See them starve, let them drown, watch them die
See them starve, let them drown, watch them die
[Verse 2]
The pressure binds, your skin to fate
Echo the throes of destruction
Eclipsing hope, the crooked truth
All you’ll have left is the nothing you made
Oh! Holy one, come down from your mountain
Witness the torture and torment
Broken bodies burdened with terror
Weakened from the tremors
Cast out, from the pits of hell
No fire of redemption
Circle of pain, you know that fear is the poison inside you
[Verse 1]
Arteries lead their way from the machine
It's toxic fumes drown the youth, it chained them up to television screens
Quiet streets, hollow hearts, empty eyes
Cruel fate wasting away, try to salvage the guilt
[Pre-Hook]
Pave your highways with gold
Build your palaces and empires with the lives that you stole
Crush their homes under foot into the mud
And float away alone in a sea of their blood
[Hook]
There's no remorse, no absolution!
No remorse! No absolution!
[Post-Hook]
See them starve, let them drown, watch them die
See them starve, let them drown, watch them die
[Verse 2]
The pressure binds, your skin to fate
Echo the throes of destruction
Eclipsing hope, the crooked truth
All you’ll have left is the nothing you made
Oh! Holy one, come down from your mountain
Witness the torture and torment
Broken bodies burdened with terror
Weakened from the tremors
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