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Artist: Fit For An Autopsy
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Savages
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Curated by Ethan Walker
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Savages
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All
Hail
Empty
All hail empty humanity
The end will be ravenous
For starved hearts are ripe, through the eyes of the vulture
The savages will dine
(We are, we are) all savages
(We are, we are) sworn savages
(We are, we are) all savages in time
Absolute atrocity
The perverted perception of reality
Rug sweepers conceal insanity
Street cleaners bury the bodies
You can't fucking stomach it
Pig-stuffed and drunk on self-entitlement
The conscience is torn into parodies
All hail empty humanity
Let that sink into your fucking skull
It burns a hole in the hollow soul
Beggars
Dark passengers
No heroes, no lovers
All ghosts to one another
It takes its toll
The end will be ravenous
For starved hearts are ripe
Through the eyes of the vulture
The savages will dine
(We are, we are) all savages
(We are, we are) sworn savages
(We are, we are) all savages in time
Absolute hypocrisy
The social construct siphons the soul from the body
Gate keepers
Buffoon supremacy
Meat cleavers in the hands of the enemy
You can't fucking stomach it
Pig-stuffed and drunk on self-entitlement
The conscience is torn into parodies
All hail empty humanity
All hail empty humanity
Can you feel the venom in the skin? (dying inside, dying inside)
Suck it back out, spit it back in (keep it alive, keep it alive)
Cave in, the vultures will win (fuck it, I tried, fuck it, I tried)
The great feast for the last self-suicide
Eat your fill
No desire but to starve the kill
It burns a hole in the hollow soul
You fucking gluttons
Let that sink into your fucking skull
Beggars, dark passengers
No heroes, no lovers
All ghosts to one another
It takes its toll
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