Luyện nghe bài hát Whoring After Gods

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

built upon,
Babylons,
technology,
biology.

Nursing the callings; divine stress; fundamental flaws,
The infrastructures slow rust to the rebuilding,
Run the numbers on the crash of faith based placebo,
You crawl so low to this calling you hum the devil's alibi,
And if there be a road which no map can trace the of,
here 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 devouter angels,
So mine stomachs 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 the divine stasis of his mortal coil,
And the fall he mates of the sky will wreck his skill for flight,
The sidewalks of paradise will soak and suffer crash landings,
But the medicine powdered from your wont heal the holy,
So we will bait our graven and go whoring after gods.

Cities upon,
Babylons,
economies,
Gods and deeds.