Rats, wh#res, & Corpses Lyrics – Morganthus

Robots reach for machine kings that breath and lie
Scion of a new order of priests bid you labor, or die
Knife tracing from throat to c#nt, it’s cold, it cuts
Take the needle for indemnity, it’s only your blood

Your defenses have turned to dust, you bow and pledge
Trading blood for conformity, and now you’re dead
Thrones, reigning corpses, eyes draining tears
Priests gather masses, teach them their fears
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Morganthus Lyrics – Rats, wh#res, & Corpses

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Rats, wh#res, & Corpses