Luyện nghe bài hát Whoring After Gods

She altered the atmosphere in to her deliverance,
The venom of envy pumped to the fangs,
She leans the swords of this desperate 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 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 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 stories they have no center they are for retelling,
New gods they curry new bibles and new blood for alters.

Greater heavens await the wings of devouter angels,
So mine your growl down to it's acid alphabet,
This is a first son's a serpent on the glass of your ambitions,
But profane wrath wont weather the divine stasis of his mortal coil,
And the that he mates of the sky will wreck his skill for flight,
The of paradise will soak and suffer these crash landings,
But the medicine powdered from your bone wont the holy,
So we will our graven image and go whoring after gods.

burnt upon,
Babylons,
economies,
Gods and deeds.