Lyrics

The licentious
The crippled and the starved
The obsolete
Upon which impiety carves
The false divine
March rhythmically
To the beat of
Your vermin heart

You are the wound
I am the blade
Excavation of the soul
As bone erupts from muscle
Now the gatekeepers pay the toll

Mass hysteria
Global unrest
Spawn the leeches
Who pacify the feeble and meek
Waiting for the promises
Greeted by the silence

A grand exposure to the rotten ways
Concocted by the pestilent minds of tyrants
The last bastion of humanity fades
In to utter darkness

As the once slumbering light
Reflects upon the earthquake within your mind
Resurfacing to deal the cards of Devils

What a plague you are
Whoring your prophets for profit

The fermented stench of ego
Repulsive acts in the name of God
The syndication of guilt
The congregation of the voiceless
Deceased

At bended knee to your deity
A futile search for divinity

Domestication of a species
Tethered to the wormwood infested cross
The pendulous rosary enthrals
A philosophy to confine the lost

For this blasphemy we embrace the night
And light the match to feed the fires of impending change
The dawn’s salvation now beyond the reach
As a new mantra defines

God as Leech

The false divine now obsolete