Doomsayer

Hands to the sky
 Lacerate your skin and sacrifice
 But still they never open their eyes
 Hands to the plow
 No tortured shouts reach their righteous ears
 To keep the peace they'll let u drown
 And rip the prophets tongue out of his mouth
 How long will you scream in vain?
 How long?
 So futile yet so holy is the
 Doomsayer
 How sweet your awful sound
 You see the truth that lies under the surface
 They cover up your mouth
 To drown your voices out
 You see the truth that lies under the surface
 Four hundred million arms enable wicked hearts
 Worship this age of lead
 Worship your god of death
 As the water rises your foretelling goes unheard
 Accelerationists are many and the workers are few
 Can you hear their violent song?
 The Death rattle carries on
 Bane of the blind devout
 Fate of the outcast for the
 How long 'till we can face the truth that saves us?
 How long will we keep searching
 For meaning in the white noise?
 Hello Oblivion
 Hello Oblivion