Pestilence

Throats filled with ulcers
 And dust of bones
 Weire all designed to fall down
 Pestilence & famine
 The ashes spreading
 Through the towns streets
 The holes are filling
 Beginning to level out
 The perfumes from the roses
 Cover the stench of life
 Dreams of suicide
 At the burial site
 Distorted voices
 Close your eyes
 Close your eyes
 Population
 Control
 No need for prayer now
 No grace left for you
 The religions you have killed for
 Have turned their back on you now
 Lay as you rot
 As your eyes rolled back
 Distorted voices guide you
 Illumination
 Flames within
 Breath shortened
 Now Earth shall feed on your death
 To the dance of the vultures
 Martyr of space and time
 The thirst has been quenched