Art Of Chaos - Maker Maker lyrics

rate me

Maker, Maker I’m sorrier than ever

For killing your land in search of all my treasure

For I have trucked and trekked all over all these flowers

For I have spat and stepped on this ground with my powers

And I’ve not lent my greedy hands

To helping my fellow man…

Piercing cries all around me and I can’t feel a thing

Begging bells surround me and I don’t hear them ring

My people are bleeding from my stabs to the heart

And my apathy is tearing my people apart

Maker, Maker I’m sorrier than ever

For treating the heavy like it was a feather

For I have trespassed and trampled all over these angels

For I have suaded and sexed them as short-term-ables

And I’ve not opened my heart to the less than perfect

Pulled them along and deemed them unworthy-it

Endless affection all around me and I can’t feel a thing

I’m blinded by the cons and I turn them into flings

My people are bleeding from my stabs to the heart

And my apathy is tearing my people apart

Maker, Maker I’m sorrier than ever

For abusing myself in feeding all my pleasure

I’ve twisted over these noises

I’ve sedated them with these poisons

And I’ve not given conscience chance to fight them

Only consumed substances to hide them

Oblivion all around me and I can’t feel a thing

Taking my mind away so that I don’t feel the sting

My people are bleeding from my stabs to the heart

And my apathy is tearing my people apart