Embrace The End - Carbombs And Conversations lyrics
rate meTonight you better wear your funeral dress And I'll dress in burial drag 'Cause this one is to the end of an era Now fate is gnashing at our heels And soon we must succumb We'll be the scapegoats for generations past Born into this grave With heavy hearts we march hand in hand This is the bed that they have made for us This is the cross that they have hung us up on This our trophy What's left of divine corpse Arteries harden Stain crimson soil From which we began Oceans run black with the fuel of our wars Vultures descend from looming clouds overhead Let us drown in bile Antibiotic genetically mutated hormones intravenously ingested Infest and infect the same womb that bore you Burrow inside and sustain on the flesh Force feed the giver of life with the shit of our excess This is the bed that they have made for us This is the corpse that they have hung us up on This is our trophy What's left of the corpse Tear the silver shovel from clamped corroded teeth Gnawing on the fingers of the hand rthat feeds Wading through shallow vomit We widow the faithful Bathe in the blood of the land Hang every martyr and stone every prophet Fuck on the fat of the mother And we're all staying warm tonight Parade us through the city piling all your transgressions on our heads And our shoes made of stone will drag through the streets of shame With every step a lifetime passes With every inch a mile flashes Prodding on to the river to cleanse our filthy hearts Stumble down muddy banks and wash our sins away Life is not your resource to exploit Just sit and watch as this vulgar rape ensues Tradition dies slowly and all of this is lost on you Infest and infect the same womb that bore you Burrow inside and sustain on the flesh Force feed the giver of life with the shit of our excess So raise your glass We're all staying warm tonight We drink the wine and we piss in the well
