Let's gather around the corpse of a cow
And sing Christmas carols
Let's raise a toast
To the impaled ghost
Upon the backs of the meek
To the fall of man
To the rise of legends
To those full of ambition
To those noble and full...
of grace, we toast you
About those who razor skin from thier hands
To those who kill with stigmatic hands
For me who's dissolved into you,and you...
To all who seek the lie of truth
There is no sky, its empty space that leds to
a greater no where place
If I could remember where last I was,
would it led to where I am
Blood lust fill the idol's land
Harrowed acres of the leaders of man