Parched with thirst our cup overfloweth With the crimson milk of human blindness In charnel towers of ivory besieged The bones of subjugation are picked clean In barren decadence, tears are the only affluence Welling eyes are indifferent, as the blind bleed
Blood and tears – out damn spot out Of perpetual decay The salt in open wounds – out damn spot out The scars remain, perpetual decay
Bloody hands never wash clean Abject misery to bleed Decadence to feed Out damn spot out
Parched with thirst how the other half die Void of compassion our cup runs dry With a silver spoon born to dig communal graves The only consecration, the economics of pain In barren decadence, tears are the fuel of affluence Wells of blood run diffluent, a bitter harvest to reap...
Blood and tears – out damn spot out The fruits of perpetual decay Pouring the salts in open wounds – out damn spot out The scars will stay, perpetual decay
Bloody hands never wash clean Abject misery to bleed Decadence to feed Out damn spot out
Bloody hands never wash clean Abject misery to bleed Decadence to feed Out damn spot out