Luyện nghe bài hát Whoring After Gods

She the atmosphere in passing to her deliverance,
The venom of pumped to the serpents fangs,
She against the swords of this desperate authority,
Proclaims it's all mine it always was; I 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 so low to this higher calling you hum the devil's alibi,
And if be a road which 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 heavens await the wings of devouter angels,
So mine your stomachs down to it's acid alphabet,
This is a first illusion a serpent on the glass of your 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 will soak and suffer these landings,
But the medicine powdered from your bone wont the holy,
So we will bait our graven and go whoring after gods.

burnt upon,
Babylons,
economies,
Gods and deeds.