Letras
Like maggots, they breed with headlines
Dining the wounds in breathless cadavers
Mirror blind and aimed for gold
Now watch a terror turn on its own
They race, and they race to the carcass rot to feed
And just past decay, this design delivers life
But they prefer to play the cancer
In chase for the sky, towers uprise
In fear, the earth quakes for what's forgot
They cut like the butchers with pride as their cleavers
As the tide prowls their shores
They never listened when we screamed
"Wash the blood from your hands
Rip off your veils
Wash the blood from your hands and run
And see what you forgot"
Then the clouds met the sands as the cyclones began
In epic charge rose the hordes, all branches and thorns
As the stone from their walls broke legs as they crawled
The stars had no mercy, they screamed for blood
In their fall (six eyes pierce the night and now)
24 teeth in each of the three makes 72 white knives, your new ending
24 teeth in each of the three makes 72 white knives, your new ending
With every slaughter, bring your kingdom home
With every slaughter, bring your kingdom home
How are we deserving this pain we are feeling?
And how are we deserving this pain with healing?
And on trails these symphonies of agony
Can't you see? We're still demanding self-pity
Look to the moves of the things surrounding
We're the only ones, the only ones who keep from growing
One day, the reaping will return, and we'll be butchers no more
Butchers no more, butchers no more
Bring this slaughter home, and send everything above
Bring this slaughter home, and send everything above
And send everything above