murder in the first
fit for an autopsy
slaves to the gods they see in the mirror
take everything from them
they are nothing but a pile of possessions
empty underneath the rubble
lost in their selfish transgressions
pencil pushers and prescription poppers
take two and call me when you're numb
or when your mind succumbs
like thoughtless fucking pigeons with your heads cut off
twitching in a foolish fucking rhythm
i want you to watch the world die
we should all give death a try
we wear the mark of the beast like a crown of thorns
we weave a masterpiece of deceit and scorn
i want you to watch the world die
we should all give death a try