Land of Treason Lyrics

Land of treason-waiste no reason-
We are breathing fire
We're packs of dogs-we're enemies of men-
We are not desired
Our faces show-we've grown cold-
But have not conspired
Old hearts gone-the suture's on-
Mother nations mired
I like a receptacle for the chosen dead,
We find our bodies clawed

And with the scent of death we find
That we are not so very awed

Loyalties burned-the world's are blurred-
Overturn your own
Walk the dogs and watch the doors-
Have your other stone
Stop the toys that march disordered-
Calculate the thrones
Feel the pulse descending-
Decaying hallowed tomes
In the starving sense you worship-
The nations of debris
You wear a cost of sewage-
That you've never even seen

The time is now-the viscious here-
A stolen dinner code
The license of the savage land-
That you've always sold
So bite the hand that needs you
And bless another coal
The virus never issues-
From a cotton so very old
As the lights come down and the guilty blaze:
Another sort of road
You wash your hands and start to climb
The ladder that you stole

Slip the latch-and spin the sword-
The money lords are poor
Push the tank- that rolls downhill-
Their sense of dream absorbed
Still the cat that breaks the night-
Tie him to the core
Chase the virtues that believe-
That what's right is scored
It's a senseless cash in of right for right-
What's wrong is never gone
And left is just a bastion
For the fools golden dawn