Vile's Vice

Endless eyes are watching
Watching the chosen one
Marching to her death
To cleanse our filthy blood
While she lays on her back
One hand holds the apple
The other is outstretched

Vile's vice

Towards the leaves of a Pygmy
And they are starving
For her flesh
Begging to be satiated

The apple rots from within
The worm feeds on its life
Watch as the skin decays
To cleanse our filthy blood
We now have safe passage
Did this make us evil

Become the Vile's vice

Vile's vice

Severed the leaves of a Pygmy
And they are starving
For her flesh
Begging to be satiated



Credits
Writer(s): Mitch Young
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