Destroyer
Parkway Drive - Ire
We'll see our damage done
Content to sleep in our chains
Seven trumpets sound their discourse
nine circles of our devise
Messages writ within our columns of fire
No life blooms from the ashes of ire
But our hearts beat faster
Still we kneel for the masters
Hide us from what we have become
Hide us from the monsters we've become
We're all addicts hooked into a toxic culture
Infinite growth in a finite world
Empires of gold return to sand
As silver tongues rust beneath the guilt of man
But our hearts beat weaker
Still we crawl for the masters
As we beg for the killing blow
Hide us from what we have become
Hide us from the monsters we've become
We scar the earth to spite the sky
Then burn the trees to feed our fires
We are the blind leading the damned
A wrecking ball in the hands of a mad man
Hide us from what we have become
Hide us from the monsters we've become