"No Blade Of Grass" lyrics

Unseat the throne of hypocrisy
Who mourns when chaos dies
Relentless strife and delusion
Feeding fevered dreams of poisoned tribes
Who rise together a rancorous afterthought
Orate the funeral call

Every tool and motivation collected
Knowledge of generations
Capacity to become more than we are
A gift bestowed in blood
That we prefer to spill
Drown the land in our lost wisdom

Ripe for the taking
Yet left to rot on the vine
One beast and one alone
Watching ourselves from a distance
Shackled to amity
We gnaw our own limbs off

The diametric confidence
Of weaponizing ignorance
Complete control
An alignment came so close
But that is never who we are
Or where we stop and stand
No blade of grass

These ornate gods are all abundant
And for that we cannot forgive
Blindly we are bestowed as gods ourselves
A pantheon of the undead

Glorious return to form
That much closer to the end

Glorious return to form
That much closer to the end

Every tool and motivation
Collected knowledge of generations
Capacity to become more than we are
A gift bestowed in blood
That we prefer to spill
Drown the land in our lost wisdom

An alignment came so close
But that is never who we are
Where we choose to make a stand
No blade of grass remains