Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Their Beloved Absentee , by - The Black Dahlia Murder. Song from the album Everblack, in the genre Release date: 10.06.2013
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Their Beloved Absentee |
| Αlpha-Ωmega— I am the Creator |
| Deemer of all that shall be |
| Hypothesis— human destruction: imminent |
| Transpiring accordingly |
| Αlpha-Ωmega— the Giver and Taker |
| The paradox of life and death |
| The world is my oyster— my powers, I bolster |
| I’ll gamble 'til nothing is left |
| The human invention— created dissension |
| Disrupter of poor mother earth |
| For my sick entertainment, I’ll ring that ole rag |
| Squeezing her for what she’s worth |
| Lo and why they worship me… |
| Their beloved absentee |
| Not even as their god, can the answer, I find |
| Not just hands… but a will |
| Not just hearts… but could feel |
| With such weight, it’s no wonder they’ve killed |
| Driven mad by the power I’ve instilled |
| With the hands to create |
| They could only unmake |
| With the potential to love |
| Man’s emotion— soured by hate |
| Αlpha-Ωmega, the Broken and Breaker |
| I am the one, of law, bereft |
| How petty, their prayer |
| An annoyance— their voices |
| My goblet spills forth as I laugh |
| The human invention— evaded abortion |
| But’s damned himself before his birth |
| For my sick entertainment, I’ll lend not a nod |
| Gawking, from safety, in jovial mirth |
| Lo and why they worship me… |
| Their corrupted absentee |
| Though they’ve called me their god |
| There’s no truth I can find |
| More than instinct… a fire |
| More than guts… a desire |
| With such a burden, it’s a shame they can’t deal |
| Gone insane from insatiable will |
| With the eyes to behold |
| They only wanted a lie |
| The potential to grow unrestrained |
| They cast a bullet, to promptly put straight through their brains |
| Humanity— a notion, poisoned… gone astray |
| Creatively paved— |
| Their ashen ways to early graves |
| Like the rats, they have raced |
| In an endless gluttony for pain |
| Oh, I know that it hurts |
| But your sadistic voyeur of a god is entertained |
| Like a high-heeled shoe |
| Crushing the praying mantis form |
| To the taking of life, I’ve been desensitized |
| By unending waves of unfathomable automated porn |
| Their life is a disease |
| I’ve created the damnedest of plagues |
| I await now their end with a most bated breath |
| Remorseless, I am, for the monster I have made |
| Humanity— a notion, poisoned… gone astray |
| Creatively paved— |
| Their ashen ways to early graves |
| Like the rats, they have raced |
| In an endless gluttony for pain |
| Oh, I know that it hurts |
| But your sadistic voyeur of a god is entertained |