And he opened his mouth in blasphemy Deluding their designated God His men and women all carry A sacrament of his number These followers with their mortality
Hell stands still with an empty throne. With an audience ignited in the conflagration, Composed by their lord. Descending to their exhausted knees, they
is diminished to mere wretched amusement Ordered to fragment the sanity of the prisoners Of an artificial war against a country of dystopia The blameless
and praying for a redesigned future As they reach the brink of renouncement, renouncement Dreading to open the mouth and spill the words of loathing For
he seeks. For this man only thirsts for blood the blood of his child. For this man only thirsts for blood the blood of his child. For this man
past Our nation picked up the pieces of a slain giant And continued to shape a psychological immorality Mind control on a mass scale in post war endeavors A
inch Closer to suppress the living and breathing The newborn are nurtured in a world Of a dishonest master design A layout constructed only for the
the town where she lays Contamination grows in the town where she lays And where she sleeps Her people before her Beg only for forgiveness Beg only for
utterly blindfolded in a regurgitated fashion Money will always equal dominance above law and above government Disinformation will constantly leave a nation, a nation As a
The earth slowly rots into a malignant tumor Breeding no life for the future of the world The earth slowly rots into a malignant tumor Breeding no life for
Summon the servants that are chained at the throat By a tarnished chain only devoted to their prosperous fathers A grip so tight it bruises the neck
of his signature In a new world with suppressing technology Lacerations lead to codes embedded in blood Streams beneath the flesh Currencies fuse together to form a
I stood in the sand from the mouth of the sea And watched a serpent rise from its depths Upon his horns rested ten crowns As the discord of trumpets
. They've proved themselves being too weak for this attachment, the tide rises, the tide breaks. I hope I have made my last point, for the weak have fallen
Goodbye, I'll mend your loss Let the carcass of your martyr burn In the process of punishment Your ashes and embers will light up the skies Let the carcass
Detonation, extermination The fragmented shell diffuses and erupts a conflagration of infernal horror The bodies of millions pile atop The splintered streets of a
the eyes of the ignorant with public displays of manslaughter and execution grounds To butcher the enlightened for what purpose? Because starvation for
all begin to strain. Entombment of a machine. Entombment of a machine. What stands before us, Is not a machine. What stands before us, Is not a machine
