Текст песни The Coming Of Genocide

Blackness, inside to out

Like a benign tumor turned terminal

Here we are at the dawn our conclusion

Penned, paid for and played out by us all

Seconds slow as we count down to death

Reflection eclipsed by blame to place

Fingers point in every direction

While resting on hair triggers

The gun is our callous indifference

The bullet is what we have become
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We have fellated fate for far too long

Taste our infliction, and know that we were wrong

There is a beauty within this violent paradigm

And that lies with the inevitability of our end

Staring into the abyss of man

Empty, consumed, ruled by it's dead hand

May the horror of human nature

Feed the horror of realization

Caskets for empires founded on fault lines

Caskets for empires