Reanimation
Mitch Fletcher, Tom Preziosi
This bloated corpse entombed in stone still feeds
Stomach full of ancient eyes
Fingers gone from scraping stone
Summoning the weak to immolate
Hypnotized truth has lies worth dying for
Disintegrate as they turn phantom
Spectral bones transcending form crushing minds through skulls
Haunting us since birth, force feeding us their maggots
Decaying with their promise, withering at their temple
All your lies are just oracles of your demise
Water rights, barren land, terminal genetic seed
An iron fist, more slit wrists, man made plagues and famine
Our hands are tied, slowly torn apart drifting down this black hole
Sliding, free fall
Entropy