Luyện nghe bài hát Whoring After Gods

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

Cities upon,
Babylons,
technology,
biology.

Nursing the manic callings; divine stress; flaws,
The infrastructures rust to the rapacious rebuilding,
Run the numbers on the crash of this based placebo,
You crawl so low to this higher calling you hum the 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 curry new and new blood for their alters.

Greater heavens await the wings of these angels,
So mine stomachs growl down to it's acid alphabet,
This is a first son's illusion a serpent on the glass of ambitions,
But this wrath wont weather the divine stasis of his mortal 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 bone heal the holy,
So we will our graven image and go whoring after gods.

burnt upon,
Babylons,
economies,
Gods and deeds.