From The Shallows The Chalice Of Mankind
No science proves the chalice of mankind
So drink up drink up
The bitter lust of man gargle and spit your black vomit
Spit your black vomit
Consume the whisper that sounds of cracking whips
Do you distort your eyes
The sin stains your flesh
Rise
To a new day of wreckoning
A new day of religious complacency
Consume the whispers that sounds of cracking whips
I feel the emptiness of thought swallow me whole
And I let it drag us down but now I see a light
Through the ashes of mankind
As bitter as the snakes
So holy you hold yourself above the gates
Without a glimpse of your soul
Your left to waste away
No science proves the chalice of mankind
So drink up drink up
The bitter lust of man gargle and spit your black vomit
Black vomit
Black vomit
Your left to waste away
Your left to waste away
