Hard to Be a God Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Carnivore sister and cannibal brother
Carnival freak on behalf of the mother
Got no idea which con was the father
Eating the kids if it's too much to bother
What's for lunch today?
Putrefaction and decay
I am not okay, I was born this way
Do you want to play?
Anything if you can pay
I was born a prey it's too late to pray
Broken people twisted bones
Calling names and throwing stones
Every street is filled with moans
There's no king there are no thrones
Gallows serving as street lights
Fed will be the one who fights
Those that shine too much too bright
Will be slaughtered in the night
The whole town is full of filth
Stupefying stench of piss
Vermin rule in bubbling bliss
In this fathomless abyss
Vomit served in silver cups
To the lords stewing in dirty tubs
Nursing all their bleeding stumps
Pinchin' the skin 'til the wound erupts
Ты уже харкаешь кровью
You'll be dead before you know it
Insides set ablaze in the coldest of flames
The infection spreads like fire
There's no chance of getting away
Why do the better people
Die never been an equal
Fight when the world is so flawed it's so
Hard to be a god
Why are the wretched still
Alive in the gutters angels
Writhe when the soul is so cold it's so
Hard to be a god
There is no cure for this sickness
This disease got no symptoms
Only brain slowly resets
To its primitive instincts
The escape is in your knowledge but you've chosen to ignore this
You've forgotten how to reason, only picking simple choices
And Your ignorance is an impervious bliss
You could have been taught but you're taking the piss
It's a brain self destruction epidemic for the masses
All the books that you have burned would have given you the answers
You are fearing the unknown cuz of the knowledge you are missing
Hating every deviation cuz you simply cannot seize it
Praying to your god ur praying for forgiveness
Blind to your stupor blind to your sickness
Basic common sense is what you're arguing against
Your kin is doomed to drown in its own pathetic waste
Why do the better people
Die never been an equal
Fight when the world is so flawed it's so
Hard to be a god
Why are the wretched still
Alive in the gutters angels
Writhe when the soul is so cold it's so
Hard to be a god