
The birds are in the trappers
And the plastic in the waters
I pray for you
But nothing comes
I’m in too deep
Viva la Rebellion
The birds are in the trappers
And the plastic in the waters
I pray for you
But nothing comes
I’m in too deep
Expirimentalizing
With my eyes fixed on the horizon
Always dreaming and devising
Unceasingly seeking
Never compromising
The wars of the world never heal
Never die
Hail to the throne
Glory to the kill
The games of the thrones never save
Only lie
Beckon to the call
Buy your wasted time
Atheists are theists without a cause
They rant and rave to no applause
They hear the word God
And it rattles their nerves
You can smell the blood boil
With every scatterbrained word