something different than us...
so many layers; the strata so deep
post synaptic ganglia, viscera asleep
inervated nerves; severed at the root
nothing is clean, nothing they wouldn't pollute.
could it be true?
if i say it is, it is so.
what right do you claim for your existence?
and if i tell you it's the will of god, would you take up the sword and follow by the rod?
you fight for a dead world...
nothing left but ruin,
breeding only waste,
left spewing in my face
all your gods, they couldn't save you
all your leaders, they couldn't save you
all your theories, they couldn't save you
all your choices... nothing could save you
something different than us...
somethings differ from us...
so many layers; the strata so deep
post synaptic ganglia, viscera asleep
inervated nerves; severed at the root
nothing is clean, nothing they wouldn't pollute.
could it be true?
if i say it is, it is so.
what right do you claim for your existence?
and if i tell you it's the will of god, would you take up the sword and follow by the rod?
you fight for a dead world...
nothing left but ruin,
breeding only waste,
left spewing in my face
all your gods, they couldn't save you
all your leaders, they couldn't save you
all your theories, they couldn't save you
all your choices... nothing could save you
something different than us...
somethings differ from us...