They’ve come and they’ve gone, leaving traces of supremacy
And alarming signs of technology
A raped earth, a desecrated grave site
Former races left, learning nothing from their corpses
This galaxy is plagued by an unsettling darkness
The existence of our humanity composed by puppetry from the sky
The human race dwindles, weaving in and out of tribulation
Wasted space and wasted potential
If anything exists, what the fuck would they want to learn or share knowledge with us?
We are a living breathing joke to all forms of life
Beams of light split the clouds, revealing a frightening sight
Foreign aircraft fill the sky, denying view of the heavens
Millions of heart cease at the sight of their inevitable demise
Squirm
Before the throne of thine creators
Pathetic worms, the time of your kind is way past due
What's yours is ours, we've come to earth to consume
Consume
Do the earth a favor and bring cleansing fire to this land
Leave none standing
Eradicate and extinguish us all
I call upon your excellence, destroy us all
I feel my soul is on fire
Internal organs shutting down
Extinction is upon us, it’s what we're programmed for
Do the earth a favor and bring cleansing fire to this land
Leave none standing
Eradicate and extinguish us all
I call upon your excellence, destroy us all
They’ve come and they’ve gone, leaving traces of supremacy
And alarming signs of technology
A raped earth, a desecrated grave site
Former races left, learning nothing from their corpses
This galaxy is plagued by an unsettling darkness
The existence of our humanity composed by puppetry from the sky
The human race dwindles, weaving in and out of tribulation
Wasted space and wasted potential
Beams of light, they split the sky
With no hesitation on who it takes inside
Our numbers diminishing all faith aside
Have we met our maker?
The end is on my mind
Ripped away from the earth
Into the void that is space
Ripped away from the earth
Taken
Beams of light, they split the sky
With no hesitation on who it takes inside
Our numbers diminishing all faith aside
Have we met our maker?
The end is on my mind
Beams of light, they split the sky
With no hesitation on who it takes inside
Our numbers diminishing all faith aside
Have we met our maker?
The end is on my mind
Traces of Supremacy was written by Lorna Shore & Tom Barber.
Traces of Supremacy was produced by Will Putney.
Lorna Shore released Traces of Supremacy on Tue Jun 09 2015.