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Fit For An Autopsy

Savages

 

Savages

(álbum: Oh What The Future Holds - 2022)


All
Hail
Empty
All hail empty humanity

The end will be ravenous
For starved hearts are ripe, through the eyes of the vulture
The savages will dine

(We are, we are) All savages
(We are, we are) Sworn savages
(We are, we are) All savages in time

Absolute atrocity
The perverted perception of reality
Rug sweepers conceal insanity
Street cleaners bury the bodies

You can't fucking stomach it
Pig-stuffed and drunk on self-entitlement
The conscience is torn into parodies
All hail empty humanity

Let that sink into your fucking skull
It burns a hole in the hollow soul

Beggars
Dark passengers
No heroes, no lovers
All ghosts to one another
It takes its toll

The end will be ravenous
For starved hearts are ripe
Through the eyes of the vulture
The savages will dine

(We are, we are) All savages
(We are, we are) Sworn savages
(We are, we are) All savages in time

Absolute hypocrisy
The social construct siphons the soul from the body
Gate keepers
Buffoon supremacy
Meat cleavers in the hands of the enemy

You can't fucking stomach it
Pig-stuffed and drunk on self-entitlement
The conscience is torn into parodies
All hail empty humanity

All hail empty humanity

Can you feel the venom in the skin? (Dying inside, dying inside)
Suck it back out, spit it back in (Keep it alive, keep it alive)
Cave in, the vultures will win (Fuck it, I tried, fuck it, I tried)
The great feast for the last self-suicide

Eat your fill
No desire but to starve the kill
It burns a hole in the hollow soul
You fucking gluttons
Let that sink into your fucking skull

Beggars, dark passengers
No heroes, no lovers
All ghosts to one another
It takes its toll

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