Fogbelt
Spawned, woken
Blood and bone
Show me where to be broken
To decay in the absence of light
Are you god?
Brother, or harbinger of extinction?
To be one with the barren
Masked by blatant disguise
Still birth
Plaguing the womb of the aftermath
Empty, vacant, and purified
Head first
Over and over
There'll be another
Silence, heretic
Utterly impure orphan
You were warned not to look in my eyes
Each breath, more trite than the last
Be still, know that I've become god
I am the one, your impotence
Speaking in tongues of emulated empathy
Designed to lure the herd to me
You are the slime, the leprosy
Essence of life will leave your eyes
Left sick and pale, thrown in the well to baptize
It would amuse me to watch you starve
But I have sworn not to let you live
To be one with the barren
To be worn and discarded
Console them with the sounds of their dead
Hymn for the worthless
To be one with the barren
To be worn and discarded
Console them with the sounds of their dead
Hymn for the worthless
Masked by blatant disguise
Still birth
Plaguing the womb of the aftermath
Empty, vacant, and purified
Head first
Over and over
There'll be another
Blood and bone
Show me where to be broken
To decay in the absence of light
Are you god?
Brother, or harbinger of extinction?
To be one with the barren
Masked by blatant disguise
Still birth
Plaguing the womb of the aftermath
Empty, vacant, and purified
Head first
Over and over
There'll be another
Silence, heretic
Utterly impure orphan
You were warned not to look in my eyes
Each breath, more trite than the last
Be still, know that I've become god
I am the one, your impotence
Speaking in tongues of emulated empathy
Designed to lure the herd to me
You are the slime, the leprosy
Essence of life will leave your eyes
Left sick and pale, thrown in the well to baptize
It would amuse me to watch you starve
But I have sworn not to let you live
To be one with the barren
To be worn and discarded
Console them with the sounds of their dead
Hymn for the worthless
To be one with the barren
To be worn and discarded
Console them with the sounds of their dead
Hymn for the worthless
Masked by blatant disguise
Still birth
Plaguing the womb of the aftermath
Empty, vacant, and purified
Head first
Over and over
There'll be another
Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Taylor Hauch
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