Carbombs and Conversations

Tonight you better wear your funeral dress

And I'll dress in burial drag

'Cause this one is to the end of an era

Now fate is gnashing at our heels

And soon we must succumb

We'll be the scapegoats for generations past

Born into this grave

With heavy hearts we march hand in hand

This is the bed that they have made for us

This is the cross that they have hung us up on

This our trophy

What's left of divine corpse

Arteries harden

Stain crimson soil

From which we began

Oceans run black with the fuel of our wars

Vultures descend from looming clouds overhead

Let us drown in bile

Antibiotic genetically mutated hormones intravenously ingested

Infest and infect the same womb that bore you

Burrow inside and sustain on the flesh

Force feed the giver of life with the shit of our excess

This is the bed that they have made for us

This is the corpse that they have hung us up on

This is our trophy

What's left of the corpse

Tear the silver shovel from clamped corroded teeth

Gnawing on the fingers of the hand rthat feeds

Wading through shallow vomit

We widow the faithful

Bathe in the blood of the land

Hang every martyr and stone every prophet

Fuck on the fat of the mother

And we're all staying warm tonight

Parade us through the city piling all your transgressions on our heads

And our shoes made of stone will drag through the streets of shame

With every step a lifetime passes

With every inch a mile flashes

Prodding on to the river to cleanse our filthy hearts

Stumble down muddy banks and wash our sins away

Life is not your resource to exploit

Just sit and watch as this vulgar rape ensues

Tradition dies slowly and all of this is lost on you

Infest and infect the same womb that bore you

Burrow inside and sustain on the flesh

Force feed the giver of life with the shit of our excess

So raise your glass

We're all staying warm tonight

We drink the wine and we piss in the well