Conquer Death

You can't keep following in
The devil's footsteps
A blood soaked cat of nines
Is not a crucifix
We can't keep swallowing
Bastardized sacrament
Stand in a lake of fire
Eyes closed and arms outstretched

There is nothing left
There is nothing left
There is nothing left
There is nothing left

We all sit in a room
And contradict ourselves
Consuming a barrel poisonous mushroom clouds
That linger menacingly overhead
Writhe and foam and spit your lungs out
And claim to conquer death

Take a deep breath
And turn supposed self defense
Into a god complex
Spread the stalwart fallacy
Of democracy
Through tyrants of proverbial metaxy

How have we fallen
So short
Burying angels
Under rubble and dirt
Throw more souls in the fire
Stare through the smoke
And swear this time that
It'll work

Intercontinental
Ballistic potential
To circumvent
Any recompense
That could be met
Proliferate misuse
To absolute desuetude
Claim no mistakes
You've whipped the slate
As your own substrate crumbles

We want you to willingly grind your bones
Mold the bullets sharpen the blades
On a carrion whetstone
Keep your target in sight
Until they hold a rock
And a flag of red green and white
Whatever the cost breathe with ease
Inhale viscous chemicals
Pull the quick release

We all sit in a room
Speaking tongues with ourselves
Consuming a bouquet of
Deadly nightshade blooms
That flutter menacingly overhead
Writhe and foam and spit your heart out
And fail to conquer death

Take a deep breath
And turn supposed self defense
Into a god complex
Spread the stalwart fallacy
Of democracy
Through tyrants of proverbial metaxy

How have we fallen
So short
Burying angels
Under rubble and dirt
Throw more souls in the fire
Stare through the smoke
And swear this time that
It'll work

We want you
To grind your bones
We want you
To grind your bones
We want you
To grind your bones
We want you
To grind your