Luyện nghe bài hát Whoring After Gods

She the atmosphere in passing to her deliverance,
The venom of pumped to the serpents fangs,
She leans against the swords of desperate authority,
Proclaims it's all mine it always was; I it back.

built upon,
Babylons,
technology,
biology.

Nursing the manic callings; divine fundamental flaws,
The infrastructures slow rust to the rebuilding,
Run the numbers on the crash of this based placebo,
You crawl so low to higher calling you hum the devil's alibi,
And if there be a road no map can trace the soul of,
Than we will take our exit and gut our pagans for the plunder,
These soft stories they have no they are ripe for retelling,
New gods they new bibles and new blood for their alters.

Greater await the wings of these devouter angels,
So mine your growl down to it's acid alphabet,
is a first son's illusion a serpent on the glass of your ambitions,
But this profane wrath wont weather the divine stasis of his coil,
And the fall that he of the sky will wreck his skill for flight,
The sidewalks of paradise soak and suffer these crash landings,
But the medicine powdered from your wont heal the holy,
So we will bait our graven image and go whoring gods.

burnt upon,
Babylons,
economies,
Gods and deeds.