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