Maybe in the end it all meant nothing
But the hunger in these veins kept it all meaning something
Nothing something
All things from nothing
You bore the suffering sacrifice to bear your offspring
Spring off the suffering
Bore for the sacrifice to mean something
It means something
Some mean nothing
Can’t let that one mean nothing
From the one’s come something
Something came to one when i was close to nothing

Their telling us that we don’t see them anymore
Like we don’t see them anymore
Cos we don’t see them anymore
Cos we don’t see them anymore
Nothing.

Flesh is tasteless, traitors betrayed us
Binary binds us, leaving them markings behind us
Finders keepers, winners losers
Movers makers, Molotov shakers
Butchers hands, now the hands of the bakers
Tinkered tailored, feeling wayward
Distant to everything you think you are
They’ve enslaved us
Sweet baby with the brutal behaviours
Scream for some saviours, decipher them signs
Hidden behind them blinds, blinkers
Thoughts to thinkers
Walking through the pain of them blisters
Brothers, Sisters

Flesh is tasteless, brutal behaviour
Flesh is tasteless, thoughts to thinkers
Flesh is tasteless, they’ve enslaved us.

The lonely fight while the spirits wait
Beyond the dreams you know i saw your face
I feel the fever of God when i stand in this place
When i stand in this place
Haunting voices touch and caress a soul
And lead it but he damned
The fatal actions of a man
Keeping me warm
Don’t promise me nothing, just hold my hands
Speak no words and we might just wake
As the wars span and the earth starts to quake
Rumble and quake
Recognise this movement where a miracle came
Statues stand
Chiseled the features, incarnate plans
The puzzle riddled with worms
Behold the rotten jewels i earn
I grasp them with my hands, all the gestures of self
But the foolish acts of jesters are smelt
The stench lingers and coats
A burning taste
My fears fool me though
Across the ledge and over the burning floors
We could hear them calls of faded lords
Sounding haunting chords
All the babies ready to feast on your remains
With a hunger grinding deep
They thought you was dead
But you arose like a beast to once see instead.