[Lick trade-off Amott/Steer/Amott/Steer]
Parched with thirst our cup overfloweth
With the crimson milk of human
blindness
In charnel towers of ivory besieged
The bones of subjugation are picked clean
In barren decadence, tears are the only
affluence
Welling eyes are indifferent, as the blind bleed
Blood and tear - out damn spot out
The fruits of perpetual
decay
Pouring the salts in open wounds - out damn spot out
The scars remain, will stay perpetual decay
Bloody hands never
wash clean
Abject misery to bleed
Decadence to feed
Out damn spot out
Parched with thirst how the other half die
Void
of compassion our cup runs dry
With a silver spoon born to dig communal graves
The only consecration, the economics of pain
In
barren decadence, tears are the fuel of affluence
Wells of blood run diffluent, a bitter harvest to reap...
[Lead trade-off
Amott/Steer/Amott/Steer]