Lyrics The Poisonous Seed - Nocturnal Rites

The Poisonous Seed

Look at this devastation
Look at what we’ve become
We are nothing but marionettes
The sum of everything wrong
We are sons of the madness
Disciples of the unseen
Can’t believe that it came to this
We’re a monstrous breed
Why, it’s almost unreal
We’re numb to the world
Death is what feeds the machine
No, this cannot be
Line up the herd
Give us the poisonous seed
Look to what we amounted
How we lied and we stole
We were chasing our silhouettes
And gone out of control
On the verge of existence
There the scavengers lie
Lie in wait for the wounded prey
To bleed you dry
Why, it’s almost unreal
We’re numb to the world
Death is what feeds the machine
No, this cannot be
Line up the herd
Give us the poisonous seed
Poison
Whaah
Poison
Why, it’s almost unreal
We’re numb to the world
Death is what feeds the machine
No, this cannot be
Line up the herd
Give us the poisonous seed, seed, seed
Poison
Poison
Whoa