Byzantine - The Filfth Of Our Underlings lyrics

The filth of our underlings Shall never nourish me completely Our knowledge is bending our brainwaves congealing Force feed thge piety that humans are bleeding Silk purse from a sows ear is what I'm knitting Nourishing off the fat of our rendering Hail to our underlings Our destinies embraced Surrender unto our abysmal weight Toiling away Collapsing into a servile state Mouth of komodo shall harbour our healing Poisons the serum as our sores are revealing Hang nerves to dry to dampen the feeling Rendering for self-symbiotic feeding Hail to our underlings Who knows not to fight Peel back the scabs to blind them all with light The filth of our underings Shall never nourish me completely