Cast into desolation Uniform destruction of the pure On wasted soil never to vegetate On this lifeless planet of ash Manipulation of their world These
former selves we fall to friend and foe alike we stand abandoned by our gods backed into corners, there's nowhere left to hide the soils of hell shall
the popular cultures statutes And thus they detach their roots from the soil that kept them loose And made what they delivered so true There's a desert waste
of your fingers Trade them in for dollar bills Cake on some more make-up to cover up all those lines Wake up and stop shaking 'cause you're just wasting
chum squab over the lip of my tub Soaking in the dead, skeletal remains exfoliate and scrub A cauldron teeming with wasted corse This mortal soiled
Alveoli and ordure forcefully gestalt Uvula encrusted with night-soil Crepitous taste Treading stool, exhausted by the toil Trachea burdened with occidentals To the brim with waste
glowing in fiery red, The North and the South, East and West, have sworn allegiance to the armies Of Death Burning rivers, dried-up oceans, desert lakes, and wasted
prayer for my brother But most of all please say a prayer for me Words of a feather All flock together Going round and round A soul is astral travelling Watching human motion Wasting
slogans Off the wall He sees where's the sense He says call me mister malcontent A waste of space and alcohol Drinking rain and eating soil And slogans
Break the soil, it's now your home with the rest of us down here. Tell the world what you told me so they know how it feels. You're on and you're off
Nowhere to run No place left to hide Nowhere to run No place left to hide I just can't believe it What a waste What the hell has gone on here This devastated
[Music & Lyrics: Wojtek Lisicki] On virgin soil serpents are born Blind are their eyes, blinding's their bane Feigned happiness real is as death Hypocrites
Soil of life moving on it's courses Crystals 'neath the surface radiate the cycle Combining minerals they will flex and let go Toxically we're built to never last 'Cause the waste
less real than those whose voices echoes through the starless abyss No less cruel their nature, no less harmful their intent Of sinful seed, of soiled
this burden yours, but... Sacrilege! Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will When even your glance should never leave the soil? There
Do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high? All the time we've wasted Spent fighting It'll burn in the fire of our regret All the time we've wasted
take Christ's grace Well, Christ taught that seeds of new life get scattered on Earth's face If a grain of wheat shall fall, yeah, fall upon good soil