Father wont be coming home
The child cries
As we savor such sweet sorrow
No, my angel, you must witness
The greatest martyrfication
Of the failed design
Of wretched civilization
We fall as far as devils arms can stretch
God was once but may he rest
In this putrid basin of bloodstained glass
And bullet casings
The world was bright
The world was yours
The world was pure
But it is no more
Mechanized assembly lines
Churning out sophisticated death designs
War machine, so refined
Mutilated bodies on the front line
Corpses line the streets, set ablaze
Survivors guilty conscience
Counting down the days
Losing their identity
Hunting down the enemy
Wallow in the misery
Of bloodstained memories
Shadow government dealing punishment
All will worship at the serpents covenant
Human casualties, engineered insanity
Wallow in the misery of bloodstained memories
The life of mankind
The death in between
The world was bright, the world was yours
The world was pure but it is no more