What cries like a cow that hangs by its hooves?
Spinning in this perpetual butchery
Children lie maimed on burning concrete
Ending bloodlines of misery
Skyscrapers come crashing down
The tears of mothers are silenced
The moral highground is a graveyard
For the prosperity of would be kings
who grow grain on ash and bone
All paid for with poisoned seas
Shrouded in frost like smoke
The slaves have long since yielded
To iron laws they've consented
As a moral duty
To be dependent and pacified
Rendered subterranean
Under the law of flesh and coin
The day of fire is coming
The white horse rides
into the embers of a dying empire
We breathe like lepers
Consoled in our deeds
The feathers of angels
lie soiled in the rain
sinking jaws never forget
Come rid this world of its civilized pride
All the saints were washed in blood
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