Luyện nghe bài hát Whoring After Gods

She altered the 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 was; I want it back.

Cities upon,
Babylons,
technology,
biology.

Nursing the manic divine stress; fundamental flaws,
The slow rust to the rapacious 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 which no map can trace the soul of,
Than we will take our exit and gut our pagans for the plunder,
These soft they have no center they are ripe for retelling,
New they curry new bibles and new blood for their alters.

Greater heavens await the wings of these angels,
So mine your stomachs growl 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 stasis of his mortal coil,
And the fall that he mates of the sky will wreck his for flight,
The sidewalks of paradise will soak and suffer these landings,
But the medicine powdered from bone wont heal the holy,
So we will bait our graven and go whoring after gods.

burnt upon,
Babylons,
economies,
Gods and deeds.