Из альбома: Songs of Descent
I’ve been at war so long the cross-hair
Rarely leaves the mirror
But when it does I’m not met with surprise
But anguish
Such blunder and greed
Your hate brings soil to seed
Such delusion, conscience
Festering with fear of descent
Your mind wilts
The impending guilt
Such blunder and greed
Your hate brings soil to seed
Such delusion, conscience
Festering with fear of descent
Blind to filth and swine
Eyes choose not to see
Lost in my own mind
Forget the world’s diseased
Created your own mirage —
Comfortable in shit
Distorted, vacant visage —
Surroundings reflected
Called to save the herd
Stirring hate and nerves
Safe from consequence
Think you’re heaven sent?
Condemn the ones who sin
Can’t stop the fate of men
They’re only flesh and bone
Your fate is yours
Alone
They don’t value life
Protest with a knife