Dear Desolation - Thy Art Is Murder

Piece by piece

The masses torn apart

By a killer with a purpose

Piece by piece

Reform, exist to engorge

Upon the souls of the weak and the worthless

The blood of the beast

The flesh of the sheep

The parasites turn to the plague

With open arms

The sickened psalms

Embrace the end of days

One by one the houses fell

The moral compass is abandoned

One by one the fevers swell

A cancerous swarm, be forewarned

A dying earth can’t withstand it

Piece by piece

The masses torn apart

Annihilation, nothing is left

Piece by piece

I watch as droves of man

Draw in their final breath

Hollow horizon

Turn to black

With open arms, I embrace

A world of ruin, a world of ash

Dear desolation

Pull me deeper into flame

The idols of man

Have bathed in blood

No sense in pretending

We deserve a fucking happy ending

The widow of the world

Grieves not for the death of her people

No eulogies

No funerals

No sense in pretending

We deserve a fucking happy ending

Dear desolation

Pull me deeper into flame

The idols of man

Have bathed in blood

No sense in pretending

We deserve a fucking happy ending

The widows of the world

Grieves not for the death of her people

No eulogies

No funerals

No sense in pretending

We deserve a fucking happy ending