Lyrics Hail the Dead - My Own Grave

Hail the Dead

Demeanor constraints programmed into our system
Disfigured traits genetically sustained
Lies enshrined, an echo from the grave
The primal instinct of self-preservation
Broken, scorned an battered underneath the ruins of time
Lies one righteous truth, a world unknown
Unseen by man and his necrology
Survival founded on that ignorance is bliss
Raise the horns, darken the sky
Drink to deception divine
Hail the blind
Throne of rats, carrion grows
Pieces of a grander design
Hail the blind
The words of the righteous, an endless stream
Of poison for the weak
Tempting lies shining clearer than the truth
Blank perspectives in a symbiotic maul
Rain hell upon their slopes and be their beacon
Mortality disposed, immortal by their blood
Mortally disposed
Immortal by their blood
Raise the horns, darken the sky
Drink to deception divine
Hail the blind
Throne of rats, carrion grows
Pieces of a grander design
Hail the blind