Carbombs and Conversations

Tonight you better wear your funeral dress
 And I'll dress in burial drag
 'Cause this one is to the end of an era
 Now fate is gnashing at our heels
 And soon we must succumb
 We'll be the scapegoats for generations past
 Born into this grave
 With heavy hearts we march hand in hand
 This is the bed that they have made for us
 This is the cross that they have hung us up on
 This our trophy
 What's left of divine corpse
 Arteries harden
 Stain crimson soil
 From which we began
 Oceans run black with the fuel of our wars
 Vultures descend from looming clouds overhead
 Let us drown in bile
 Antibiotic genetically mutated hormones intravenously ingested
 Infest and infect the same womb that bore you
 Burrow inside and sustain on the flesh
 Force feed the giver of life with the shit of our excess
 This is the bed that they have made for us
 This is the corpse that they have hung us up on
 This is our trophy
 What's left of the corpse
 Tear the silver shovel from clamped corroded teeth
 Gnawing on the fingers of the hand rthat feeds
 Wading through shallow vomit
 We widow the faithful
 Bathe in the blood of the land
 Hang every martyr and stone every prophet
 Fuck on the fat of the mother
 And we're all staying warm tonight
 Parade us through the city piling all your transgressions on our heads
 And our shoes made of stone will drag through the streets of shame
 With every step a lifetime passes
 With every inch a mile flashes
 Prodding on to the river to cleanse our filthy hearts
 Stumble down muddy banks and wash our sins away
 Life is not your resource to exploit
 Just sit and watch as this vulgar rape ensues
 Tradition dies slowly and all of this is lost on you
 Infest and infect the same womb that bore you
 Burrow inside and sustain on the flesh
 Force feed the giver of life with the shit of our excess
 So raise your glass
 We're all staying warm tonight
 We drink the wine and we piss in the well