Låttexter: Embrace The End. Counting Hallways To The Left. Carbombs And Conversations.

Tonight you better wear your funeral dress
And I'll dress in burial drag
'Cause this one is to the end of an era
Now fate is gnashing at our heels
And soon we must succumb
We'll be the scapegoats for generations past
Born into this grave
With heavy hearts we march hand in hand
This is the bed that they have made for us
This is the cross that they have hung us up on
This our trophy
What's left of divine corpse
Arteries harden
Stain crimson soil
From which we began
Oceans run black with the fuel of our wars
Vultures descend from looming clouds overhead
Let us drown in bile
Antibiotic genetically mutated hormones intravenously ingested
Infest and infect the same womb that bore you
Burrow inside and sustain on the flesh
Force feed the giver of life with the shit of our excess
This is the bed that they have made for us
This is the corpse that they have hung us up on
This is our trophy
What's left of the corpse
Tear the silver shovel from clamped corroded teeth
Gnawing on the fingers of the hand rthat feeds
Wading through shallow vomit
We widow the faithful
Bathe in the blood of the land
Hang every martyr and stone every prophet
Fuck on the fat of the mother
And we're all staying warm tonight
Parade us through the city piling all your transgressions on our heads
And our shoes made of stone will drag through the streets of shame
With every step a lifetime passes
With every inch a mile flashes
Prodding on to the river to cleanse our filthy hearts
Stumble down muddy banks and wash our sins away
Life is not your resource to exploit
Just sit and watch as this vulgar rape ensues
Tradition dies slowly and all of this is lost on you
Infest and infect the same womb that bore you
Burrow inside and sustain on the flesh
Force feed the giver of life with the shit of our excess
So raise your glass
We're all staying warm tonight
We drink the wine and we piss in the well