Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Choked at the Roots , by - Nux Vomica. Song from the album Nux Vomica, in the genre МеталRelease date: 31.03.2014
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Choked at the Roots , by - Nux Vomica. Song from the album Nux Vomica, in the genre МеталChoked at the Roots |
| Seeds were planted long ago — mistrust |
| Our natural instincts choked at the roots |
| Love, sharing, compassion — we lost |
| Overgrown by fear, greed and envy |
| So while we learned to cultivate and sow |
| We also learned to fight and kill |
| And the blood began to flow |
| Unchecked desires for power and control |
| Became the dominant forces in our world |
| We know what’s right or wrong |
| Without having to stop and think |
| And we know when we’ve done wrong |
| If we listen to our instincts |
| Yet we tear apart what’s good |
| And dissect with prejudice |
| So many positive things |
| Distracted by the noise, we spend our time collecting toys |
| Instinct becomes skewed, atrophied from lack of use |
| The deadening of instinct creates creatures emotionally weak |
| We are spinning out of control |
| We’ve got our life support in a chokehold |
| Soon the time will come |
| That we face up to what we’ve done |
| Disconnected from our normal state |
| We let the tension turn to hate |
| Beaten down by all the stress |
| We can’t afford true happiness |
| Smart enough to see the truth |
| But out of touch with primal roots |
| Taught to see a certain way |
| And to ignore what we can’t see |
| Now the time has come |
| That we face up to what we’ve done |
| The final war that won’t be won |
| Will be waged without a gun |
| Without a gun |
| Armageddon |
| It won’t be god |
| It will be us |
| Now we see a world society |
| Dominated by poisoned thinking |
| The signs are all around us that most people don’t want this |
| But it’s accepted that’s the way things are |
| And no one is normal in this environment |
| And no one is healthy with this mental bombardment |
| And so we’re destroying ourselves |
| When the judgement comes |
| It won’t be god, it will be us |
| Reflected in a pool of oily blood |
| A murky, shadowy, fractured image |
| Of what we know |
| We could be |