Please let me help you your dead They've made the incision and driven their industry's waste in head
The pyres in the distance glow the haze The bear witness to the end of days This is your warning, a war on freewill is coming
This disillusion, ignorant display Defies and emasculates disdain
The sheep march to the fire and to host the flies Their greedy little maggots the wounds with pride is your final warning, a war on freewill is coming
They on the meat in bittersweet denial And swallow the blood of poisoned They pick at the meat, a bittersweet feast for all the
In idle the worker pig so sad The lizards in wither have risen to censor the in your head
The sheep are and quiet choking on the lies The lizards feed the fire without is your final warning, a war on freewill is coming
They feast on the meat in bittersweet And swallow the blood of truths They at the meat, their bittersweet feast
Begging forgiveness in denial, misery shows it's face You drown in your weakness, the plasphemous washes away your mistakes
let me help you bury your dead They've made the incision and driven their industry's waste in your
This is your final warning, the of thought is dawning
They feast on the meat in denial And swallow the of poisoned truths They pick at the meat, their bittersweet A bittersweet for all the liars