"Left For The Crows" lyrics

If it lives and it breathes, then it bleeds
Now we're pulling at the strings and they're all coming apart at the seams
Looked the gift horse dead in the eye
And with a drunken smile, punched out all of his teeth

You better ride this one into the ground with me
You better ride this one into the ground

And now we wear the stirrups, sipping media syrup
Fucked to pieces by a system sick and bloated from the serum
Got your heads in the sand, another blanket ban
You better muzzle up, that shit has hit the fan

Oh please
Come clean

"Oh please," they all screamed
While the bellows sat back and laughed like the powers that be
Come clean, you better ride this one into the ground with me

Oh, it's getting harder just to save yourself, I know
Sowing season, and I couldn't say I've grown
Slightly happier, but more or less alone
Kings of nothing, with our crowns left for the crows

You better ride this one into the ground with me
You better ride this one into the ground

We're going from words to violence over lies on papyrus
A utopian tyrant, whose guns are loaded with science
Can't you see how our history repeats to stay evergreen?
What the fuck we gonna do when we kill all our enemies, man?

Brimstone from the sky to the consecrated sand

Oh, it's getting harder just to save yourself, I know
Sowing season, and I couldn't say I've grown
Slightly happier, but more or less alone
Kings of nothing, with our crowns left for the crows

I am the blood on the hands of the motherland
I am the oil, I am the gold
Torch the fields of the peasants
And leave that shit for the crows
Motherfucker, let's go

Torch the fields of the peasants
And leave that shit for the crows
Motherfucker, let's go

Oh oh, yeah yeah

Desperate, dead savant
Sinai's last gasp of a matriarch
Desperate, dead savant
Sinai's last gasp