Wombmother
Once upon the earth hypocrisy
Festered in the souls of man
Now the soil is pure and meek
By the grace of divine light
No more old and weary ones
Humanity restored once again
Beneath the feet of Utopia
Dwell the working cannibals
The worms and the maggots by my side I toil and work
To feed the pale stock laughing above my head
Ignorant they shall stay it's the price
They must pay for leaving me starving without an end in sight
The gears that we turn the metal that creaks is the curse
We must bear for feasting on the human flesh
I'll dig my nails into their fragile skin
Then drink their blood from their veins
And grind my teeth on their fucking bones
Oh the blissful pale people living in excess
Your lives are about eating and being eaten
Scion of the Wombmother
Oh hollow ones seeking fulfillment
In the blood of the sacrificed of the dwelling weak
Remain in emptiness
Despised of the Wombmother
Servants of the flesh heed the nights call
Fill your crooked mouths with blood and bone
Yet their stomachs will never be full
Oh the blissful pale people living in excess
Your lives are about eating and being eaten scion of the Wombmother
Oh hollow ones seeking fulfillment
In the blood of the sacrificed of the dwelling weak
Remain in emptiness despised of the Wombmother
Festered in the souls of man
Now the soil is pure and meek
By the grace of divine light
No more old and weary ones
Humanity restored once again
Beneath the feet of Utopia
Dwell the working cannibals
The worms and the maggots by my side I toil and work
To feed the pale stock laughing above my head
Ignorant they shall stay it's the price
They must pay for leaving me starving without an end in sight
The gears that we turn the metal that creaks is the curse
We must bear for feasting on the human flesh
I'll dig my nails into their fragile skin
Then drink their blood from their veins
And grind my teeth on their fucking bones
Oh the blissful pale people living in excess
Your lives are about eating and being eaten
Scion of the Wombmother
Oh hollow ones seeking fulfillment
In the blood of the sacrificed of the dwelling weak
Remain in emptiness
Despised of the Wombmother
Servants of the flesh heed the nights call
Fill your crooked mouths with blood and bone
Yet their stomachs will never be full
Oh the blissful pale people living in excess
Your lives are about eating and being eaten scion of the Wombmother
Oh hollow ones seeking fulfillment
In the blood of the sacrificed of the dwelling weak
Remain in emptiness despised of the Wombmother
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Writer(s): Joshua Rivero
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