Serpent Saints

Money, greed and constant fear
 The smell of death is everywhere
 Got you frozen in your track
 And rolling over on your back
 You know me, devil inside
 You know me godless and wild
 You know me, to each his own
 But they just won't leave you alone
 Sons of the morning
 Princes of the world
 Black angels of the herd
 Part of the system
 No way we ain't
 We are serpent saints
 The little bit of you that got away
 Reason lasts but for a while
 Kill like it's going out of style
 And with a price upon her head
 Your mother starts to kook like bread
 Sons of the morning
 Princes of the world
 Black angels of the herd
 Part of the system
 No way we ain't
 We are serpent saints
 Redeem the lost tribes
 I was buried alive
 In the age of disgrace
 Waiting to be saved
 With lies in the blood
 You will never see the day
 Rise from the grave
 You serpent saints
 I'm the bit of you that got away
 With the world at your feet
 Control alternate delete
 And when it's time to thin the herd
 Make ten amendments to the word
 Sons of the morning
 Goddess absurd
 Black angels of the herd
 Part of the system
 Hell no we ain't
 We are serpent saints
 Sons of the morning
 Gods of the worm
 Black angels of the herd
 Part of the system
 Hell no we ain't
 We are serpent saints
 Living and dying
 We are serpent saints
 Cheating and lying
 We are serpent saints
 Killing and crying
 We are serpent saints
 There's no denying
 We are serpent saints