Please let me you bury your dead They've made the incision and their industry's waste in your head
The pyres in the distance glow beyond the The bear witness to the end of days This is final warning, a war on freewill is coming
This disillusion, this display Defies and emasculates disdain
The sheep march to the and wait to host the flies Their greedy little maggots the wounds with pride This is your final warning, a war on is coming
They feast on the meat in denial And swallow the blood of poisoned They pick at the meat, a bittersweet feast for all the
In idle servitude the pig so sad The lizards in wither have risen to censor the thoughts in head
The sheep are stoned and quiet choking on the The lizards feed the without compromise This is your final warning, a war on is coming
They feast on the in bittersweet denial And swallow the blood of truths They pick at the meat, their bittersweet
Begging forgiveness in denial, your shows it's face You drown in your weakness, the plasphemous washes away your mistakes
Please let me you bury your dead They've made the incision and driven their industry's waste in your
This is your warning, the holocaust of thought is dawning
They feast on the meat in bittersweet And swallow the blood of truths They pick at the meat, bittersweet feast A bittersweet feast for all the