Nurture by Synovial Lyrics
We are all here for the culling
Discord guiding our unity
Chisel down the rock, wielding instruments taken from the fallen
They used to talk, "we will conquer with the masses, passing onto every generation."
Bludgeoning, raping, and pillaging
Summon all the anger, the misery, and the heartbreak
We must take it back, we can't take this anymore
Igniting the torches, raising pitchforks
Stepping off the dead
Leave no stool, no leg unturned
Leave their pallid flesh indiscernible
Breathing from the teeth, they're weak
Bright to bleak, they seek mercy from us all
They take. You take. We take. I take
They don't let us off easy
We won't let them off easy
A hanging child in the eye of the suppressed
A bloody drop on every cheek of the oppressed
We are Death to the Death-bringers
40 in the back room, 20 down the street
10 more grasping at our uncalloused feet
Wish us away and we will press down harder
We won't yield until the field is (blood-soaked)
Piece by piece we will tear this fucker down
The light set ablaze, burn the ring, burn the crown
Let it be our own little burial ground, move
Prisms and shapes let all the symbols turn to waste
We'll let the Gods seal their fates
It is time to choose between the Moon and the Sun, we are One
Time like pages ripped from a book, seamless and elegant
The wind like time passes through the endless rain
My life, our lives, have come to be forcing the
Founder of our lost souls just as lost
I can fight between sand and shore
My knees and feet, they're weakening, ripping the tyranny from its core
(Are you ready to fight?)
We will fight between sand and shore
Our hands and feet, they're weakening, receding from the pull of the ocean floor
"Oh fearless leader won't you carry us from evil?
Or will we revel in the iron and metal?
Or take to flame as every woman and child are finally settled and are forced to bear witness to this sickness
Our whole sad existence was due to vicious and unrelenting religious fiction."
How will it feel when it's all said and done?
The smoke clears
The crown is thrown into the pit
At which it once settled on
And all this ash is lining the walls of my lungs
And it is time for revocation, vengeance pulsing through our tear-ridden eyes
I will be your demise
I am not worthy of your allegiance
60 in the back room, 40 down the street
30 more clawing at my uncalloused feet
Wish me away and I will press down harder
I won't yield until the field is...
Discord guiding our unity
Chisel down the rock, wielding instruments taken from the fallen
They used to talk, "we will conquer with the masses, passing onto every generation."
Bludgeoning, raping, and pillaging
Summon all the anger, the misery, and the heartbreak
We must take it back, we can't take this anymore
Igniting the torches, raising pitchforks
Stepping off the dead
Leave no stool, no leg unturned
Leave their pallid flesh indiscernible
Breathing from the teeth, they're weak
Bright to bleak, they seek mercy from us all
They take. You take. We take. I take
They don't let us off easy
We won't let them off easy
A hanging child in the eye of the suppressed
A bloody drop on every cheek of the oppressed
We are Death to the Death-bringers
40 in the back room, 20 down the street
10 more grasping at our uncalloused feet
Wish us away and we will press down harder
We won't yield until the field is (blood-soaked)
Piece by piece we will tear this fucker down
The light set ablaze, burn the ring, burn the crown
Let it be our own little burial ground, move
Prisms and shapes let all the symbols turn to waste
We'll let the Gods seal their fates
It is time to choose between the Moon and the Sun, we are One
Time like pages ripped from a book, seamless and elegant
The wind like time passes through the endless rain
My life, our lives, have come to be forcing the
Founder of our lost souls just as lost
I can fight between sand and shore
My knees and feet, they're weakening, ripping the tyranny from its core
(Are you ready to fight?)
We will fight between sand and shore
Our hands and feet, they're weakening, receding from the pull of the ocean floor
"Oh fearless leader won't you carry us from evil?
Or will we revel in the iron and metal?
Or take to flame as every woman and child are finally settled and are forced to bear witness to this sickness
Our whole sad existence was due to vicious and unrelenting religious fiction."
How will it feel when it's all said and done?
The smoke clears
The crown is thrown into the pit
At which it once settled on
And all this ash is lining the walls of my lungs
And it is time for revocation, vengeance pulsing through our tear-ridden eyes
I will be your demise
I am not worthy of your allegiance
60 in the back room, 40 down the street
30 more clawing at my uncalloused feet
Wish me away and I will press down harder
I won't yield until the field is...