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.​.​. and thus spake He

from We're sane by PROGNATHE

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lyrics

The sun is rising on the havoc.
What have I done?
What have I done? My brains ache.
The camp’s on fire, ruins everywhere.
Where have they gone?
What are these bones?

Why have they gone to the pyre?
Blurred. Hard to remember.
I try to recall the ire.
Fierce I was, and dire.
What’s left now?

Puke
And scattered bowels,
Of the gutted men,
And bones on fire,
And no one is alive.
Screams
Of unkilled women.
They all mourn and cry,
Increase the migraine.
They drill my mind.
Will my hangover be over?
No!

Don’t show no self-contempt,
Try to hide the pain inside your body.
Don’t show if you’re gritty, they’ll be blind.
Don’t show no self-contempt,
Try to hide the pain inside your body.
Don’t show anxiety, they’ll be mine.
Don’t!

Into them grow my seeds.
Their wombs
Will be the field in which will grow my sturdy seeds.
In the future we’ll see
Their birth
Will be the start of a new pure and stronger breed.
And thus spake He.

This ignominious heredity,
Based on infamous propinquity,
Is the bloodline of humanity.
No wonder why man is sick and such a pity.

No! What a waste and what a tragedy.
No! What a shame for the family tree.
No!

Gone to the pyre.
Blurred. Hard to remember.
I try to recall the ire.
Fierce I was, and dire.
What’s left now?

Puke
And scattered bowels,
Of the gutted men,
And bones on fire.
Screams
Of unkilled women.
They all mourn and cry,
Increase the migraine.

This ignominious heredity,
Based on infamous propinquity,
Is the bloodline of humanity.
No wonder why man is sick and such a pity.
No!

Into them grow my seeds.
Their wombs
Will be the field in which will grow my sturdy seeds.
In the future we’ll see
Their birth
Will be the start of a new pure and stronger breed.
And thus spake He.

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from We're sane, released May 22, 2017

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