Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Seraphic Forms, artist - Ingested. Album song Where Only Gods May Tread, in the genre
Date of issue: 13.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Unique Leader
Song language: English
Dead Seraphic Forms |
Angels and demons you look the fucking same |
The sinners stab you in the front, they’re proud that they’re to blame |
You’ve tarred yourself with feathers? |
Absolved of all your shame? |
Cowardice and avarice, running through your veins |
We are the pack, the four adorned in sheep |
Never let the wool obscure our vision, we will never sleep |
Friend or foe we smell your fear, you stink, you reek |
You’re just another step towards the paradise we seek |
False pretences, offensive, to think that we’re defenceless |
Apprehensive, we’re ruthless, relentless and protective |
We give an inch you take an inch, obey us or be lynched |
Or beaten till you fucking clinch |
No one else, no one new |
When none are worthy, all are dead seraphic forms |
Try your best, but we are few |
It’s time for you to pay us what we’re due |
You’re just another step towards the paradise we seek |
Unbreakable |
Dragged through the glass we’re invincible |
Stronger than ever, unbreakable |
Together we’re flawless, it’s no surprise that you fucking adore us |
Not the first man, just a next man |
We’ve tasted sour grapes there’s no more fucking bread to break |
Not the last man, just a wasteman |
Painting false effigies but one less fucking mouth to feed |
12 years thrown down the fucking shitter |
We put our everything into another quitter |
Challenge accepted, demented |
Too late to come to senses no incentive |
When overall we find you unimpressive |
You took and took and never gave, we put you in your grave |
You’ve gotten mighty fucking brave |
No one else, no one new |
When none are worthy, all are dead seraphic forms |
Try your best, but we are few |
It’s time for you to pay us what we’re due |
Dragged through the glass we’re invincible |
Stronger than ever, unbreakable |
Together we’re flawless, it’s no surprise that you fucking adore us |
We never ate our own |
Or bit the hand that fed |
Leave these towers of ivory? |
I’d rather I be fucking dead |
No one else |
No one new |
When none are worthy |
All are dead seraphic forms |