Drowning Beauty from Heretic's Fork by Insect Radio

War grows within wars (let's go)
Failed politics dancing on chalk outlines, let'em crawl
Watch out, watch out, we burn our coffins now.

Our century's a black mark
Despair, desire and greed as one is a fire
We're spots on pages covered with shit
Some people think too much and others get it.

Dead instead of bored, I chose.
What warms you up from inside can also tear you apart.
Watch out, watch out, we burn our coffins now.
Come on, right now, sleep is a dose of death.




We live submissive, a decadence of modern life
My thoughts are war pigs, hunting and killing and skinning
I've tasted blessings, I tasted your blood
We burn our coffins, we turn our shelters into ash (now).
We mourn no one.
Cases open have to be shut.

My virtues have dragged me to despair and pain and I feel no mercy at all.
I'm watching the end of the two worlds known, it doesn't seem that the powerful fall.
We count the dead and suck off their blood while the media upload.

The darkness in my soul exists
I'm gazing at her with bated breath
A woman mingles with diverse
My mind begins to fade away.

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