Land of Treason

Land of treason, waste no reason
 We are breathing fire
 We're packs of dogs, we're enemies of men
 We are not desired
 Our faces show, we've grown cold
 But have not conspired
 Old hearts gone, the future's on
 Mother nations mired
 I like a receptacle for the chosen dead
 We find our bodies clawed
 With the scent of death
 We find that we are not so very awed
 Loyalties burned, the words our blurred
 Overturn your own
 Walk like dogs and watch the doors
 Have your other stone
 Stop the toys that match disordered
 Calculate the thrones
 Feel the pulse descending
 Decaying hallowed tomes
 In the starving sense you worship
 The nations of debris
 You wear a cost of sewage
 That you've never even seen
 The time is now, the vicious here
 A stolen dinner code
 The license of the savage land
 That you've always sold
 So bite the hand that needs you
 And bless another coal
 The virus never issues
 From a cotton so very old
 As the lights come down
 [Incomprehensible]
 You wash your hands and start to climb
 The ladder that you stole
 Slip the hatch and spin the sword
 The money lords are poor
 Push the tan that rolls downhill
 Their sense of dream absorbed
 Still the cat that breaks the night
 Tie him to the core
 Chase the viruses that believe
 That what's right is scored
 It's a senseless cash in right for right
 What's wrong is never gone
 And left is just a passion
 For the fools golden dawn