not long ago
there was a time
when we loved the thrill
of raising our arms
when we opened our mouths
and drank all the blood
of what would become
something more than a hunt

what began as a game
with some minor rewards
reddened their eyes
with bloodthirsty stares
something to do with the hips, i see
something that was drooling from their lips, i see

"we started this bar fight
we're swinging our fists
theyre fighting for something
that they'll never get
we started this bar fight
we know how it'll end
were fighting for something
we tend to forget."

"so when you pile on weight
just be prepared
the end result
is a colony's death
when you pile on weight
we'll buckle and bend
its happened before
it'll happen again"

"Ive seen it all
on burning bright islands
these lurid dreams
are searing these lens
ive seen it all
on blank faced whores
these sights i see
are more than eyesores"

"never again will I subject myself to those murderers
never again will I endorse the innocence of lovers

If these dying moments werent in hymn
let it be known, let them sing"

(trumpets)

"oh nectar, sweet nectar
i don't blame you for your absence at my funeral
oh nectar, sweet nectar
this composite dirt has never felt so vacant"