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the human god mirrors the human brain
For rifts of west and east, father time knows no remorse, both the church and the whorehouse burned
Cleansed by rains of gold and years of rot, father time knows no remorse
when all mankind tastes the earth
a hallowed tank
Rats in its hull, the human god mirrors the human brain
Mother nauture will give birth, a hallowed tank Scavengers, between a killer and a priest
An armed cadaver on a fleshless horse, friends and foes
rats in its hull
A million shells like stones in sand, all their rapes and all their tortures
Father time knows no remorse, for rifts of west and east
A martyred saint s but a jackal s meal, the world still turns
A million shells like stones in sand, and the world Cormorant, rats in its hull
Between a killer and a priest, so the rich die old
a million shells like stones in sand
The soil painted by severed hands, mother nature can t distinguish
A million shells like stones in sand, mother nature can t distinguish, both the church and the whorehouse burned
All their rapes and all their tortures, a hallowed tank
Friends and foes, so the scavengers feast Feast, a martyred saint s but a jackal s meal
Friends and foes, so the rich die old
Wars keep the vultures fed, mother nature can t distinguish, the world still turns
A hallowed tank, hornets die a ribcage hive
so the scavengers feast
The soil painted by severed hands, so the scavengers feast, between a killer and a priest
mother nature can t distinguish
and for all man s pride and religious zeal
pray for power and material gain
friends and foes
an armed cadaver on a fleshless horse
Mother nauture will give birth, when all mankind tastes the earth Feast, and for all man s pride and religious zeal
when all mankind tastes the earth
The carrion thrive, heroes are the victors butchers
so the rich die old
And still the scavengers feast, a hallowed tank, father time knows no remorse
So the scavengers feast, friends and foes Scavengers, an armed cadaver on a fleshless horse
and the world
and the poor die shot
So the scavengers feast, hornets die a ribcage hive
the carrion thrive
Heroes are the victors butchers, hornets die a ribcage hive Feast, mother nauture will give birth
the world still turns
A martyred saint s but a jackal s meal, the carrion thrive, and for all man s pride and religious zeal
the soil painted by severed hands
A million shells like stones in sand, cleansed by rains of gold and years of rot
A martyred saint s but a jackal s meal, mother nauture will give birth
And for all man s pride and religious zeal, mother nauture will give birth
Pray for power and material gain, the soil painted by severed hands