Slit open throats gobbling up refined excrement for life Give them more, see, they need more Embedded in a throne, mouth fed by a complex system of rusty pipes Give them more, see, they need more Gorge until you expolode
A distorted mirror of our condition Shackled by the horde, spawned from the meek Everlasting greed
Effortlessly led to self destruct Disfigured faces overflowing with satisfaction Nourishing a higher entity
A headless chicken with a full stomach All they felt is gone, lost in ash and manure
A belief in the flames from foregone realities Spread to purify, a redundant fiction sealed on our peeled flesh To justify A belief in the flames of foregone realities will keep mankind at ease
We all have a fate to fulfill. Eyes that remained closed, unconscious empathy ends with fire
Unending corrupt circle foretold that their heads will roll Power expires Kings are destined to end up beheaded and dismembered with their filthy hearts on a spike
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