Vices Lyrics
- Genre:Metal
- Year of Release:2012
Lyrics
Manufacture drying hens
crack me open, oozing sense.
Spotted victims drained to dread
waste their products, fill them with lead
Exploit resources, grow rich and old
Burn them endlessly, drink liquid gold
Smash the seeds of future lives
While you snort their ashes, in ceaseless vice
Vices reign, cycles wane
Vices reign, cycles wane
Amass them all in liquid grime
panoramic grief concoction
Trapped in hell, the heating time
The end ensues; alas, consumption!
Transporting carcass, hearse to morgue
Laid to rest in wooden box
Ingurgitating raging orgy
Left astink, waste of ox
And down the oceans of this strife,
Wasted corpses without life
Ride the tide to promised nowhere's