Void Lyrics

A Million Dead Birds Laughing Void

Feed them the dawning tale of meaning
This operation shall awaken the decent

Fake relish their pieces
Embellish the reason
Set talons to bleed them
And damage the seasoning

Feed them the yawning ale
Disease now means nothing to them

Fake polish their faces
Hateful adoration
Abolish the layers of taste built beneath their shit

Favorite flavours
Oh, if the enemy could taste its wings
Savouring flavours
Until the enemy dissolves

Soulless hordes
Contorted forms
They gorge

Oh, misery
Would they sing to be saved?
Consuming life
They have tried to feed the void
But failed