Nothing more to kill across the plains
Loosed upon this land to learn of suffering
Oh but have they left us here to fight amongst ourselves?
Crimson are the tears of all our gods
Intelligent colossal beings with remarkable means
Except the pride in our big brains threatens our dreams
Any pest will ravage land where its breed is supreme
But we’re responsible; we see flaws in the regime
And you would think that they’d have learned the pain of scratching an old sore
I guess they ain't give a shit, ‘long as they sold more
Guns in Afghanistan and bombs in the Cold War
Our figurehead is expendable anyway, they can mold more
Turn off the news and smell the peace in the air
Remember that you are a god and don’t be deep in despair
We are the keepers of the planet, we should treat it with care
Make friends with the beast in its lair and try to keep it that fair
We’re connected by the chaos of determinism
Not by the ego in religion, race and nationalism
I keep talking, though… never certain that you will listen
So many let themselves be victims; that’s an actual prison
Adrian Incarnate 2010
credits
from Doomsayer (2011),
released November 5, 2011
created by Adrian Incarnate
hook performed by Lauren Jayne Gault