Throne of Flies

Offering tongues in an act of repentance

This place is death and we are its kings
Maggots crawl through the rotted remains
Hopes last breath choked in flames
This is the end and we paved the way

No veil to hide the shame
A crawling contagion etched in blood
We bear the blame

Throne of flies
The plague we birthed
Addicted to the pain
We poison the earth and baptize in rain

We rot in self absorbed disgust
Turn this nightmare into dust

We yearn for the silence of a black holes last breath
The peaceful elegance of a quiet death

A crawling contagion

We rot in self absorbed disgust
Turn this nightmare into dust

This place is death and we are its kings
Dragging our dirty fucking nails through every fucking living thing

Crowned with entrails
Offering tongues in an act of repentance
Misery is endless, just fucking accept it

A crawling contagion inherits this temple of rot

We rot in self absorbed disgust
Turn this nightmare into dust

And yet, in this stillness, there is no pain
Only dust in the distance while the earth slowly fades away
Pulling itself toward the soulless abyss
A throne of flies

This is the end and we all paved the fucking way you sorry useless motherfuckers

Paving trails with human skin
A crawling contagion etched in blood

Paving trails with human skin
A crawling contagion

Etched in blood!