Take us to the gardens of lust forged in the hate of creators
Pay the price of inoculation
Wipe your hand on the death of birth
We see what can not be unseen
We fall to the depths of the obscene
Take your communion
Eat the body
Drink the blood
Taste your sin
Gestation
Deflorate all the pure infected rash and sore
Lacerate with the vines of the devine
Covet the purity feed the entity's
Eating human seeds
Spitting virally
Sprouting horns as strength is gained
Corrupting all of the human brains
Dismally wading out to the streams
Black is the water in which we drink
Only the ground will meet you as you fall with crushing intensity
We are empty
Bonded
Hopeless
Desperate
Coldly
Seeking
Focus
What have you done
What have you become
Guided by blood eating the remains of your sanity
What have you done
Accepting vaccines to wipe us all clean
Minds are distorted part of the binding
The ones who fall see the unseen eyes are not blinded by the divided
Wasting all our time
Revoking are minds
Inoculation
Trust the needle of the spreading contortion
Lie
Wasting all our time
Revoking are minds
Inoculation
Trust the needle of the spreading contortion
Take root in your servitude
You are empty husks of living forms
Take root in your servitude
You are empty husks of living forms
Controlled chaos
Marching in this rhythm ready for the killing
Pulling up the weeds of your majesty
Fear is not a thought
Crawling to the top
March on
Kill all
Kill the all
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Take us to the gardens of lust forged in the hate of creators
Pay the price of inoculation
Wipe your hand on the death of birth
We see what can not be unseen
We fall to the depths of the obscene
Take your communion
Eat the body
Drink the blood
Taste your sin
Gestation
Deflorate all the pure infected rash and sore
Lacerate with the vines of the devine
Covet the purity feed the entity's
Eating human seeds
Spitting virally
Sprouting horns as strength is gained
Corrupting all of the human brains
Dismally wading out to the streams
Black is the water in which we drink
Only the ground will meet you as you fall with crushing intensity
We are empty
Bonded
Hopeless
Desperate
Coldly
Seeking
Focus
What have you done
What have you become
Guided by blood eating the remains of your sanity
What have you done
Accepting vaccines to wipe us all clean
Minds are distorted part of the binding
The ones who fall see the unseen eyes are not blinded by the divided
Wasting all our time
Revoking are minds
Inoculation
Trust the needle of the spreading contortion
Lie
Wasting all our time
Revoking are minds
Inoculation
Trust the needle of the spreading contortion
Take root in your servitude
You are empty husks of living forms
Take root in your servitude
You are empty husks of living forms
Controlled chaos
Marching in this rhythm ready for the killing
Pulling up the weeds of your majesty
Fear is not a thought
Crawling to the top
March on
Kill all
Kill the all
Pay the price of inoculation
Wipe your hand on the death of birth
We see what can not be unseen
We fall to the depths of the obscene
Take your communion
Eat the body
Drink the blood
Taste your sin
Gestation
Deflorate all the pure infected rash and sore
Lacerate with the vines of the devine
Covet the purity feed the entity's
Eating human seeds
Spitting virally
Sprouting horns as strength is gained
Corrupting all of the human brains
Dismally wading out to the streams
Black is the water in which we drink
Only the ground will meet you as you fall with crushing intensity
We are empty
Bonded
Hopeless
Desperate
Coldly
Seeking
Focus
What have you done
What have you become
Guided by blood eating the remains of your sanity
What have you done
Accepting vaccines to wipe us all clean
Minds are distorted part of the binding
The ones who fall see the unseen eyes are not blinded by the divided
Wasting all our time
Revoking are minds
Inoculation
Trust the needle of the spreading contortion
Lie
Wasting all our time
Revoking are minds
Inoculation
Trust the needle of the spreading contortion
Take root in your servitude
You are empty husks of living forms
Take root in your servitude
You are empty husks of living forms
Controlled chaos
Marching in this rhythm ready for the killing
Pulling up the weeds of your majesty
Fear is not a thought
Crawling to the top
March on
Kill all
Kill the all
Writer: Logan Parker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid