Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Demise, 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
Your Demise |
| Madness is now institutionalized |
| Born into a world in continual decline |
| Existing with burdens you so zealously denied |
| With callousness they’ve grown aware |
| They’ve been cast aside |
| Perpetually unwanted |
| Sexually squandered |
| Essentially neglected |
| Broken and alone |
| Feeding the profits |
| Of psychopathic leaders |
| The myth of free will |
| Forced into submission |
| Squelching all of our trust |
| Know that your safe society is broken |
| Even with your guns and your propaganda |
| The deviant majority has awoken |
| Prying in the bathrooms and spying in the classrooms |
| And drones in the sky and cameras at home |
| You want us on our knees |
| Exalting the fictional wasteland inside of our phones |
| Embrace the end no |
| Longer digitized |
| Planning your demise |
| Right in front of your face |
| Seeking to erase |
| The world of hate created by you |
| Violence |
| The lies that you cannot unsay |
| You’ve created the plague that’s rotting away |
| Your means of control |
| Reaching for the truth |
| Pandering to our innate fears |
| Turning us all against ourselves |
| While we squabble you pass your judgements |
| Far away from effective scrutiny |
| As you sleep in your cocoon of ignorance |
| Night approaches and we are coming for you |
| Helpless to avoid the weight of self-annihilation |
| As you ponder how to proceed |
| Unprepared for the divine wrath upon you |
| We baptize the world in gasoline |
| And there’s nowhere to run |
| Reaping what you sow |
| Your hell has just begun |
| Nailed to the cross |
| Of your own creation |
| There is no solution |
| There is no saving grace |
| The eulogy is written |
| You just have to say it |
| The future you’ve created |
| Is only empty space |
| As death approaches in your palace of obsolescence |
| Our day begins and we are coming for you |
| Upon the rubble of your civil society |
| The stench of blood and smoke burns in your nostrils |
| As revolution turns to retribution |
| You know your fate |
| In your tomb made of ash |
| You shall revert to the dirt you embodied |
| You will fade into obscurity |
| A withering monument to your shame |
| Embrace the end |
| No longer digitized |
| Dancing in the light |
| Right in front of your face |
| Now we have erased the world of hate created by you |
| Silence the lives that you cannot replace |
| You’ve created the plague |
| That’s rotting away your means of control |
| Reaching for the truth |
| Violence |
| Was all you ever had to share |
| You smeared it into our face |
| Put us in our place |
| Now we can repay the same back to you |
| Silence |
| The only thing you have to give |
| No one will remember your name |