Hands to the sky
Lacerate your skin and sacrifice
But still they never open their eyes
Hands to the plow
No tortured shouts reach their righteous ears
To keep the peace they'll let u drown
And rip the prophets tongue out of his mouth
How long will you scream in vain?
How long?
So futile yet so holy is the
Doomsayer
How sweet your awful sound
You see the truth that lies under the surface
They cover up your mouth
To drown your voices out
You see the truth that lies under the surface
Four hundred million arms enable wicked hearts
Worship this age of lead
Worship your god of death
As the water rises your foretelling goes unheard
Accelerationists are many and the workers are few
Can you hear their violent song?
The Death rattle carries on
Bane of the blind devout
Fate of the outcast for the
How long 'till we can face the truth that saves us?
How long will we keep searching
For meaning in the white noise?
Hello Oblivion
Hello Oblivion
