The Holy Mountain - Plague Bearer lyrics

Every morning born Into a sea of enemies All buzzing voices All twisted faces And all senses under siege The pedantic and plodding rhythms of everyday The invasion of cheapness Subversion of meaning To k** or be k**ed No threatening fist could solve it Its presence since the dawn of time The roiling ma**es infected with disgust All of us destroyed and debating reaction Revenge or removal To a life washed over And free of question Or a life under siege by Those leaches of the soul Another day hoping to eliminate the need The plague born of living The symptoms of the dead To k** or be k**ed The only impedance The creation out of the recurrent funeral hours Of something new And not dead To ama** revenge against the dread An equal response To rival the decay set upon us To create a reason to continue And eliminate the need to die