Conquer Death ft. Kristin Vrona & By Design Lyrics

You can't keep following in

The devil's footsteps

A blood soaked cat of nines

Is not a crucifix

We can't keep swallowing

Bastardized sacrament

Stand in a lake of fire

Eyes closed and arms outstretched

There is nothing left

There is nothing left

There is nothing left

There is nothing left

We all sit in a room

And contradict ourselves

Consuming a barrel poisonous mushroom clouds

That linger menacingly overhead

Writhe and foam and spit your lungs out

And claim to conquer death

Take a deep breath

And turn supposed self defense

Into a god complex

Spread the stalwart fallacy

Of democracy

Through tyrants of proverbial metaxy

How have we fallen

So short

Burying angels

Under rubble and dirt

Throw more souls in the fire

Stare through the smoke

And swear this time that

It'll work

Intercontinental

Ballistic potential

To circumvent

Any recompense

That could be met

Proliferate misuse

To absolute desuetude

Claim no mistakes

You've whipped the slate

As your own substrate crumbles

We want you to willingly grind your bones

Mold the bullets sharpen the blades

On a carrion whetstone

Keep your target in sight

Until they hold a rock

And a flag of red green and white

Whatever the cost breathe with ease

Inhale viscous chemicals

Pull the quick release

We all sit in a room

Speaking tongues with ourselves

Consuming a bouquet of

Deadly nightshade blooms

That flutter menacingly overhead

Writhe and foam and spit your heart out

And fail to conquer death

Take a deep breath

And turn supposed self defense

Into a god complex

Spread the stalwart fallacy

Of democracy

Through tyrants of proverbial metaxy

How have we fallen

So short

Burying angels

Under rubble and dirt

Throw more souls in the fire

Stare through the smoke

And swear this time that

It'll work

We want you

To grind your bones

We want you

To grind your bones

We want you

To grind your bones

We want you

To grind your