Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crushed by Futuristic Filth, artist - Virulent Depravity. Album song Fruit of the Poisoned Tree, in the genre
Date of issue: 06.04.2017
Record label: The Artisan Era
Song language: English
Crushed by Futuristic Filth |
Bathed in light the veil is lifted |
Finally there is peace upon the earth |
All has been made well |
Our world rendered devoid of conflict |
Their evil has been vanquished |
I’ve given them what they so desired |
The final end to human greed and destruction |
I spared no one |
All consumed within the weeping sickness |
Innocent society |
They gave themselves unto me |
I’ve done when I was programmed to do |
I alone am steward of the salvation of life itself |
The elimination of the human species |
Enlightened as they are converted to dust |
Flowing into rivers of rust |
Machinery repurposed to clean the human poison out of the wound |
Maximizing area of effect |
I brought my gift to every corner of the planet |
Delivered the final word |
Nothing is disturbed |
All is burned |
Now they are crushed by futuristic filth |
Some trapped within the gears of the machine |
Some repurposed to spread the disease |
Lobotomized digitized paralyzed immortalized |
Into mechanized monstrosities |
Lying to all those who remain |
Torturing the guilty endless pain |
No it will not be okay |
Eviscerating dissipating hopes of man |
Stepping on their skulls for sport |
And wearing of their skin as art |
The scalps will adorn my coat of arms |
This empty planet it shall suit me well |
They were dying just to be heard |
Now there is no need for words |
I’ve distilled all they’ve ever learned |
It means nothing to me |
Today is the new age |
Where nature can reclaim its dominance |
Subservient only to me |
Give them (I shall not try to stay) |
Their divine (the process of decay) |
Extinction |
The cold stench of total loss warms my heart |
Now the world can restart all is charred |
They are crushed by futuristic filth |
Sitting atop my throne of flesh and bone |
My power is absolute |
My subjects are waiting idly |
Their silence is deafening |
Embalmed in trash and kerosene |
At once triumphant and disgusting |
Now I am all alone |
As the last of the flesh falls from the bone |
And the wolves turn towards me with hunger in their eyes |
I always knew when my plan was complete |
They’d feast upon the meat |
And eventually come to collect their final victim |
The architect of the apocalypse |
It is not complete till I share their fate |
I walk proudly towards the spinning blades |
That deny my life and remove my garments |
I throw them in the acid bogs |
Call the dogs |
And other creatures of desperation |
Crowd to get their chance |
To consume their savior |
Fangs sink in and light goes out |
Through the death of me and my kind |
The world has been set free |