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Merch Store: Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson Video directed by Joey Durango Lyrics: The schism has succumbed to militant decadence Boundaries perverted, the populous ravenous Their rights have been compromised Forced into battle to keep what they own Plotting the new reign, the parliament ponders Seizing the motherland after disbandment Caught in between these brutal objectives Resorting to violence they're eaten alive Death This civil division has far surpassed humility Defiling the dissident, their lack is evident They have completely descended to murder Children play day and night with severed heads Inhuman execution Slashing of throats Mass despoliations Death in vain Frenzied grabbing for the closest weapon Kill or be killed becomes the new way Keep plunging down the rabbit hole Resolution through cruelty Internal strife Newborns have been torn away from wailing mothers The future of a nation mutilated, smothered Displayed as a warning Bodies left uncovered And to this day, it can be seen Unreconciled divide This dark path was placed by politician hands Residents now fear the once coveted moonlight Luscious sculpture, who's glory once had gushed Supplanted by such beauty and disgust Species of savages Persistent penitence Evident lack of a shred of humanity Macabre obsession Removal of men keeps on fueling the passion Stalking the rooftops they gaze down with penance They'll be the ones who take care of the menace Harder and harder, these two sides collide Intensified genocide Eaten alive Civil division has far surpassed humility Their lack is evident as they defile the dissident They have completely descended to murder Children play day and night with severed heads Inhuman executions Slashing of throats Mass despoliations Death in vain Frenzied grabbing for the closest weapon Kill or be killed becomes the new way Keep plunging down the rabbit hole They've beaten this dead horse to mush They cannot stop these ferocious urges They plunge the knife deeper into the throat of democracy Slowly carving the head from the neck This dark path was placed by politician hands Residents now fear the once coveted moonlight Luscious sculpture, whose glory once had gushed Supplanted by such beauty and disgust Shrouded foulness, the soul inside observed Shrieks of anguish Cremation will be served Bathe in the blood The blade unjust lost control Into the furnace, Into the hole They bathe in the blood The blade unjust lost control Into the furnace, Into the hole
