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The putrid stench of an expired era
A pact of sinners writhing
in their own filth forever
First sin Self-conceived pride
To justify your worthless being
with your hollow success
Sin two Exploitive intentions
Leeching off your followers
down to their bones
Next sin Covetous nature
Committing fratricide
for your fifteen minutes of fame
Infesters of an innocent culture
Breeders of failure
Impaled high for all to behold
We squirm in the waste you have laid
Bathed in the curse
of our father’s mistakes
Age of desolation
Will we ever find a way to amend
Generation sin
Our legacy tainted
We’ve lost all that we’ve ever loved
Lost to condemnation
Fingers pointed to
next generation to us
No
With rotten roots
all trees have to wither
The flocks of songbirds amass
to sing their hymns of ridicule
You are one who’ve nurtured
the tragedy we face
Sitting on your rusty throne
To reign supreme
your inexistent realm
With rotten roots
all trees have to wither
Sweet nectar of lies
the poison you gave
We are your deformed children
Paying the price for your negligence
For the well-buried truths
Cursed is our fate to never know
if our sound will be heard
Time to reclaim what’s rightfully ours
Retrace your lineage and
neutralize the source
We squirm in the waste
you have laid
Bathed in the curse
of our father’s mistakes
Age of desolation
Will we ever find a way to amend
Generation sin
Our legacy tainted
We’ve lost all that we’ve ever loved
Lost to condemnation
Fingers pointed to
next generation to us