The Provider (Demo)

I bring you this rotted flesh

I bring you these clothes that you wear

I bring you the bitches, I bring you the whores

I bring you the night and the air

I bring you the water you drink

And I bring you the food that you eat

I bring you silence, and I bring you bliss

Yet I kneel here at your feet

I bring you the children you slaughter

I bring you the women you rape

I bring you the men whom you suffocate

And I bring you the drugs to celebrate

I bring you all the good fortune

And I bring you jesters and clowns

I bring you the tears of ten million suns

And I bring you the beer to wash it all down

I bring you this rotted flesh

I bring you these clothes that you wear

I bring you the bitches, I bring you the whores

I bring you the night and the air

I bring you the water you drink

And I bring you the food that you eat

I bring you silence, and I bring you bliss

Yet I kneel here at your feet