No Absolution - Thy Art Is Murder

The carbon air is stale

Foul winds swept through the iron trees

As the earth gasps for air

Inhale the exhaust

Hollow the pines

We are not the predators

We are the suicide

Sheep among the sheep

A world of fucking cowards

Overrun with grief

We’re all just sheep among the sheep

Staring down the barrel of a gun in disbelief

Eden laid to waste

In the dust and rubble

Of a tragic race

Scarred upon the lung

Take the gauze to the infected wound

And smother the mouths of the young

Stillborn in a polluted womb

Oh lord of the worm

Return us to the soil

Let the boxes of bones decompose

Into the swill

Black as oil

Hurling towards the black hole

Twisted by the gravity

Withered by the sun

Shattered by depravity

Civilized disaster

Polluted by the ignorant

Human scum rotting in shit

Human scum rotting in shit

Sheep among the sheep

A world of fucking cowards overrun with grief

We’re all just sheep among the sheep

Staring down the barrel of a gun in disbelief

Immoral monarch eyes as mirrors

The mask of refuge will deteriorate

Empires built on reckless consumption

Now gaze upon the cancerous face

Oh lord of the worm

Return us to the soil

Let the boxes of bones decompose

Into the swill

Black as oil

Humanity shall suffer its absolute genocide

We are nothing more than a casualty of a failed existence