Like maggots, they breed with headlines, dining the wounds in breathless cadavers.nMirror blind and aimed for gold. Now watch a terror turn on its own.nThey race. And they race to the carcass rot to feed.nAnd just past decay, this design delivers life, but they prefer to play cancer.nIn chase for the sky, towers uprise. In fear, the earth quakes for what's forgot.nThey cut like the butchers, with pride as their cleavers, as the tide prowls their shores.nThey never listened when we screamed, Wash the blood from your hands.nRip off the veils. Wash the blood from your hands and run, see what you forgot.nThen the clouds met the sands as the cyclones began.nIn epic charge rose the hordes, all branches and thorns.nAs the stone from their walls broke legs as they crawled.nThe stars had no mercy, they screamed for blood in their fall.nSix eyes pierce the night and now...n24 teeth in each of the 3 makes 72 white knives your new ending.n24 teeth in each of the 3 makes 72 white knives your new ending.nWith every slaughter bring your kingdom home.nWith every slaughter bring your kingdom home.nHow are we deserving this pain we are feeling?nHow are we deserving this pain with healing?nAnd on trails these symphonies of agony...nCant you see? We're still demanding self-pity.nLook to the moves of the things surrounding.nWe're the only ones, the only ones who keep from growing.nOne day the reaping will return, and we'll be butchers no more.nBring this slaughter home, and send everything above