Island
I wanna see
Your spine
Ripped out through your throat
I wanna see
Your blood flow
Like oil spills
The mountains are waking up
They felt your fingers
Digging into their ribs
Like a parasite with an open mouth
Syphoning
You're never satisfied till your stomach burst
Listen up your billionaire bastards With your oil bullshit
Literally fucking the earth
This ones just for you
Well
Aren't you tired of lying
Just to get to sleep
Is this some tragic addiction
Or garden variety greed
Bet against your kind
Ignoring the signs
Marvel at yourself and your machines
I taste smoke
Its lust for my lungs unrequited
The light from the sky seems so dull
Can you feel the ground beneath your feet begin to tremble
In the wake of the beasts from below
And you know that no ones immortal
Whats the point in reining ourselves in
We can play god if we want to
This world is ours
Rests in the palm of our hands
This
Is
What we all deserve
When the hands of the earth come alive
And reach up and rip out your throat
Theres no where that money can buy
No where, no where to hide
The mountains are waking up
They're hollow and distraught
They're violent infected nature
When the whirlwind comes
You will reap what you sow
When the whirlwind comes
You're gonna reap what you sow
REAP IT
You know youre addicted to the taste of death
You know you crave it all while the rest of us divide
Our regression is gold
And I hate what I've become
And I hate what you've made me
I taste the smoke
Its lust for my lungs unrelenting
The light from the sky fading out
Can you feel the ground beneath your feet giving way
To the mouth of the beast from below
You know that no ones immortal
Whats the point in reining ourselves in
We can play god if we want to
This world is ours
Rest in the palm of our hands
And you know that no ones immortal
Whats the point in reining ourselves in
We can play god if we want to
This world is ours
Rests in the palm of our hands
Your spine
Ripped out through your throat
I wanna see
Your blood flow
Like oil spills
The mountains are waking up
They felt your fingers
Digging into their ribs
Like a parasite with an open mouth
Syphoning
You're never satisfied till your stomach burst
Listen up your billionaire bastards With your oil bullshit
Literally fucking the earth
This ones just for you
Well
Aren't you tired of lying
Just to get to sleep
Is this some tragic addiction
Or garden variety greed
Bet against your kind
Ignoring the signs
Marvel at yourself and your machines
I taste smoke
Its lust for my lungs unrequited
The light from the sky seems so dull
Can you feel the ground beneath your feet begin to tremble
In the wake of the beasts from below
And you know that no ones immortal
Whats the point in reining ourselves in
We can play god if we want to
This world is ours
Rests in the palm of our hands
This
Is
What we all deserve
When the hands of the earth come alive
And reach up and rip out your throat
Theres no where that money can buy
No where, no where to hide
The mountains are waking up
They're hollow and distraught
They're violent infected nature
When the whirlwind comes
You will reap what you sow
When the whirlwind comes
You're gonna reap what you sow
REAP IT
You know youre addicted to the taste of death
You know you crave it all while the rest of us divide
Our regression is gold
And I hate what I've become
And I hate what you've made me
I taste the smoke
Its lust for my lungs unrelenting
The light from the sky fading out
Can you feel the ground beneath your feet giving way
To the mouth of the beast from below
You know that no ones immortal
Whats the point in reining ourselves in
We can play god if we want to
This world is ours
Rest in the palm of our hands
And you know that no ones immortal
Whats the point in reining ourselves in
We can play god if we want to
This world is ours
Rests in the palm of our hands
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Writer(s): Daniel Winnifred Iii
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