Bodies Washed Ashore
You claim
It's an innate disease
Build a wall and build more cages
Kill and maim as you please
A bleak vision
To viscous psychopaths
In silk suits
Smile for the cameras
As we knot up and tighten your noose
Bear witness
To the nails in your coffin
Extract
React
Pull it back
Paint shores
Crimson fade to black
Destabilize
And cut 10,000 throats
Turn around with hands outstretched
Red dripping down your hooded robes
Try having your whole life
Flow through your hands
Bullets bombshells and a lake of fire
Brought down from the promised lands
Contradict like groveling swine
Euphemistic rhetoric turns on a dime
The sanctity of life
Is a paper tiger that tears at your insides
Bury mother tongues
Boxing smoke
As the flames start to
Eat you up
We have heard enough
Choke on your blood
Pouring out from the devils cup
We've had enough
It drives me insane
A cacophony of the witless
It's hard to find the antidote
When the doctors are the sickness
No contrition
From those in castles
To those sleeping under streetlights
Access denied, proclaim
"Go back to squalor and die"
Refuse to kneel
Before the modern anti Christ
That engulfs us in doublespeak
That tears out our insides
Shove the spears
Into their hands and sides
Outstretch your hands to the powerless
And burn the rest
Gut the world
And everyone within it
As bodies wash ashore
Calculated cost definitive
Rip through the homes
Through their land
In the wake of
Destitute conditions
As razor wire
Cuts to the bone
Increase your compensation
Just kick back and relax
And watch the world burn
Just kick back and relax
And watch the world
Burn
Bury mother tongues
Boxing smoke
As the flames start to
Eat you up
We have heard enough
Choke on your blood
Pouring out from the devils cup
We've had enough
It's an innate disease
Build a wall and build more cages
Kill and maim as you please
A bleak vision
To viscous psychopaths
In silk suits
Smile for the cameras
As we knot up and tighten your noose
Bear witness
To the nails in your coffin
Extract
React
Pull it back
Paint shores
Crimson fade to black
Destabilize
And cut 10,000 throats
Turn around with hands outstretched
Red dripping down your hooded robes
Try having your whole life
Flow through your hands
Bullets bombshells and a lake of fire
Brought down from the promised lands
Contradict like groveling swine
Euphemistic rhetoric turns on a dime
The sanctity of life
Is a paper tiger that tears at your insides
Bury mother tongues
Boxing smoke
As the flames start to
Eat you up
We have heard enough
Choke on your blood
Pouring out from the devils cup
We've had enough
It drives me insane
A cacophony of the witless
It's hard to find the antidote
When the doctors are the sickness
No contrition
From those in castles
To those sleeping under streetlights
Access denied, proclaim
"Go back to squalor and die"
Refuse to kneel
Before the modern anti Christ
That engulfs us in doublespeak
That tears out our insides
Shove the spears
Into their hands and sides
Outstretch your hands to the powerless
And burn the rest
Gut the world
And everyone within it
As bodies wash ashore
Calculated cost definitive
Rip through the homes
Through their land
In the wake of
Destitute conditions
As razor wire
Cuts to the bone
Increase your compensation
Just kick back and relax
And watch the world burn
Just kick back and relax
And watch the world
Burn
Bury mother tongues
Boxing smoke
As the flames start to
Eat you up
We have heard enough
Choke on your blood
Pouring out from the devils cup
We've had enough
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Writer(s): Simon Winter
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