Black Floods
ORPHALIS
The gears are greased with the blood of millions
We are the engine of this omnicide machine
Start to dig your teeth into the gaping wound
And paint the shores in tombstone black
We push the nails of anthropocentrism into our eyes
We're starting to push the nails of ignorance into our eyes
As the march towards sheol's throat goes on
Concrete caskets
Concrete caskets
Grow like tumours
Blinding our ideology
Grow like tumours
Concrete caskets
Concrete caskets
Obscure the stars
Blinding our ideology
Obscure the stars
This planet is a breathing
A breathing grave, for us all
The apparatus stops at nothing
It will lead us straight onward to nothing
Cosmos is a self correcting algorithm
Our arrogance can only
Be outmatched by insignificance
Like a grain of sand
We are lost in this demiurgically machinery
We will perish
Shrouded in foul waters
Choking and smeared
With oil around us
Bones merge with plastic
Beneath filth and debris
Can you still carry the crown of creation?
Cosmos is a self correcting algorithm