Lyrics God Of The Godless - High On Fire

God Of The Godless

Mannequin, imitation grin
Find a soul not left inside
Algorithmic, take my assistance
There’s something there to hide
Why?
Androidic man, he sells what he can
While we’re all just set to die
By your own hand, draw a line in the sand
Recreate a soulless life
Life
Our creator, we don’t fear you
Do your maker, we don’t care who
You put me here to serve you
They put us here to help who?
Who?
Whoa, demutanize, now their line is cursed
Bring an end, all left to fry
Speak not a word about the castrated herd
Being man is now a crime
Crime
The robotize, now we’re finalized
Part of the mechanized decline
Total eviction, the situation fits you
Or a chosen time to rise
Rise
Our creator, we don’t fear you
Do your maker, we don’t care who
You put me here to serve you
They put us here to help who?
Stupid man, I’m chained and slaved to
Stupid man, my help will scourge you
Stupid man, I’m chained and slaved to
Stupid man, my help will scourge you
Our creator, we don’t fear you
Do your maker, we don’t care who
You put me here to serve you
They put us here to help who?
Ow