Garden Of Heathens

Insanity got the hold on me
Forced to my knees by its sorcery
The plain is dry
I watch nature die
Went down by the drain while the servants are crying

Losing hope
What’s the meaning of life?
Death by the hour
Blood for my alibis
We are stranded now by the machine
Leaking oil in the garden of heathens

Home is where we used to dwell
Home is now a living hell

Crushing down
Reeking in
Wrecking out
Dust fills the air
Breathing stones
The end is now
Sees our future go up in smoke
The devil incarnate
Accepts no provoking

The frustration take its toll on me
The agony of the society
Speed the heart rate
Charge at the walls
Don’t give in
Let it know when you’re broken

Home is where we used to dwell
Home is now a living hell