land of treason lyrics – germs

land of treason-waste no reason-
we are breathing fire
we’re packs of dogs-
we’re enemies of men-we are not desired
our face show-
we’ve grown cold-but
have not conspired
old hearts gone-
the future’s on-mother nations mired
i like a recepticle for the chosen dead,
we find our bodies clawed
and with the scent of death,
we find that we are not so very awed

loyalties burned-
the words our blurred-overturn your own
walk like dogs and watch the doors-
have your other stone
stop the toys that match disordered-
calculate the thrones
feel the pulse descending-
decaying hallowed tomes
in the starving sense you worship-
the nations of debris
you wear a cost of sewage-
that you’ve never ever seen

the time is now-the vicious here-
a stolen dinner code
the license of the savage land-
that you’ve always sold
so bite the hand that needs you
and bless another coal
the virus never issues-
from a cotton so very old
as the lights come down
you wash your hands and start to climb
the ladder that you stole
slip the hatch-and spin the sword-
the money lords are poor
push the tan-that rolls downhill-
their sense of dream absorbed
still the cat that breaks the night-
tie him to the core
chase the viruses that believe-
that what’s right is scored
it’s a senseless cash in of right for right-
what’s wrong is never gone
and left is just a b*ssion for the fools
golden dawn

/ germs lyrics