Luyện nghe bài hát Whoring After Gods

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

built upon,
Babylons,
technology,
biology.

Nursing the manic callings; divine fundamental flaws,
The infrastructures slow rust to the rebuilding,
Run the on the crash of this faith 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 here we will our exit and gut our pagans for the plunder,
These soft they have no center they are ripe for retelling,
New gods curry 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,
This is a first 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 mates of the sky wreck his skill for flight,
The sidewalks of paradise will and suffer these crash landings,
But the medicine powdered from bone wont heal the holy,
So we will bait our image and go whoring after gods.

Cities upon,
Babylons,
economies,
Gods and deeds.