Oblivion
Ashes
All I see is ashes
Burning embers surrounding me
I taste the stench of ancestral rot
The fires raging beneath my feet
As I look upward, I breathe it in, breathe it all in
Englut from a fetid sky
That's filled with malignancy
This will be the result of paradoxical dogma
The endless searching to make the pieces fit
It didn't come from the word as they wanted
But they made it so through all of this
Behold the sectarian warmonger
So eager
And so bellicose
Armed with tenet
Purge the skeptics
Enjoin servility
Laud through carnage
When the day has finally come, who will you call?
When the day has finally come, who will you call?
Oblivion is drawing near to claim us all
At the trumpets' final blare, you'll feel despair
The heavy burden of regret
Knowing that you followed them
Believing you'd be protected
As they left you barely conscious
Taught to rely
No quality of life
You gave away your freedom
To a soulless machine
Progress hypocrisy
A soulless machine
Progress
End
All of this please
Fucking suffering
We will shed our mortal coil when it comes
End our fucking suffering
When the day has finally come, who will you call?
When the day has finally come, who will you call?
Oblivion is drawing near to claim us all
At the trumpets' final blare you'll feel despair
All I see is ashes
Burning embers surrounding me
I taste the stench of ancestral rot
The fires raging beneath my feet
As I look upward, I breathe it in, breathe it all in
Englut from a fetid sky
That's filled with malignancy
This will be the result of paradoxical dogma
The endless searching to make the pieces fit
It didn't come from the word as they wanted
But they made it so through all of this
Behold the sectarian warmonger
So eager
And so bellicose
Armed with tenet
Purge the skeptics
Enjoin servility
Laud through carnage
When the day has finally come, who will you call?
When the day has finally come, who will you call?
Oblivion is drawing near to claim us all
At the trumpets' final blare, you'll feel despair
The heavy burden of regret
Knowing that you followed them
Believing you'd be protected
As they left you barely conscious
Taught to rely
No quality of life
You gave away your freedom
To a soulless machine
Progress hypocrisy
A soulless machine
Progress
End
All of this please
Fucking suffering
We will shed our mortal coil when it comes
End our fucking suffering
When the day has finally come, who will you call?
When the day has finally come, who will you call?
Oblivion is drawing near to claim us all
At the trumpets' final blare you'll feel despair
Credits
Writer(s): Ricky Hoover, Chase Wilson
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