​born under

Suffer for soil
It's all in the name of these gods that we've made
All these god's that we've made
Bodies they pile for kingdom awaits
All these gods that we've made
For a slaughter we pray (Ooh ooh)

Born on your knees or you're swept to the flames of these gods that we've made
All these gods that we've made
Cut out our eyes leaving only the taste
We are easy to break
We're so easy to break (Ooh ooh)

Comforting corpses consumed by the word
Of entitled existence
We think we deserve
We'll rot and we'll wither
Stripped down to our bones
We're forever alone
We're forever alone

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