This world is dead
Interweaved in guilt
From these hands this snake was born
Interlaced by the blood spill
This serpent is the end of us
It breathes
Conscience long lost
A gypsum bust falling apart
Interlaced by the bloodshed
This serpent is the end
Construct
No reverse
War is always war. Never proud
Greed is always greed. Never proud
The plants and weeds rot as they erupt
From the sockets that once had my eyes
Now the snake breathes out
d**h
War
Religion
Blood
Bloom
Money
Bronze
Smoke
A gypsum bust falling apart
The instincts is just an empty bowl
Ideal means nothing