naked and cold
Singer:thy art is murder
destroying every acre of our gift
there is no hand reaching down
it was never there because
for such a fucking disgrace
carry the carcasses over the plains
where we try to burn away the pain
the solution is to hide the mistakes
but the problem remains ingrained
let the necks of the bodies fall
and let our poor mothers cry
don't mutter any pointless prayers
we don't deserve to repent
disconnected from the earth
empty creations rooted out from under our feet
we engorge on our failures
oh humanity what a shameful existence
if the world would stop spinning i don't think i'd miss it
the dead cry out naked and cold
disconnected from the earth
we're only living cause we can't seem to leave
the hunger of power is the demon of man
he awaits in the dark to be fed by our hand
and the souls of our children won't quench the taste
we will all die together with our heads on the plate
oh humanity what a shameful existence
if the world would stop spinning i don't think i'd miss it
we don't deserve to be safe
and let the embers sail into space
let the necks of the bodies fall
and let our poor mothers cry
don't mutter any pointless prayers
we don't deserve to repent