Ashenspire - Apathy as Arsenic Lethargy as Lead lyrics
[Ashenspire - Apathy as Arsenic Lethargy as Lead lyrics]
Are you all in? All in closes copulating
All threaded screws to get you repopulating
A choked engine of stupor and static
These days, may these days
As millstone collars
Fail to drag us further down while lashed
Here while lashed to arsenic eating
Sinking fast with leaden bones
All hosts, owning isn’t earning
It’s a wound open to sate the leech
O, lust, to gorge on endless blood
Two thousand parasitic billionaire men
With the workers bleeding
The horse is beaten
God forbid that you should еver want a home
You’ll shine likе a diamond when
You’re down in the mine
And if there’s any whose eagerness
To trample beleaguered and
Deteriorated outpaces their empathy
You’ll find a place in the ever-increasing
The holds over hollow-eyed hands
The flesh tearing flesh from
The famished and failing
The Ouroboros, the unquenchable thirst
Crushing the heads of the last to be first
Gallows humour on the all-scaffold
All the world’s a stage on which
The working class is hanged
They say men are hanged while meat is hung
But it’s apparent how the ones a-struggling
Strung are seen, so much brawn swinging
From capital’s very beams
We are the cult of work
We are the cult of labour sold
We are the cult of work
We are the cult of siphoned gold
All threaded screws to get you repopulating
A choked engine of stupor and static
These days, may these days
As millstone collars
Fail to drag us further down while lashed
Here while lashed to arsenic eating
Sinking fast with leaden bones
All hosts, owning isn’t earning
It’s a wound open to sate the leech
O, lust, to gorge on endless blood
Two thousand parasitic billionaire men
With the workers bleeding
The horse is beaten
God forbid that you should еver want a home
You’ll shine likе a diamond when
You’re down in the mine
And if there’s any whose eagerness
To trample beleaguered and
Deteriorated outpaces their empathy
You’ll find a place in the ever-increasing
The holds over hollow-eyed hands
The flesh tearing flesh from
The famished and failing
The Ouroboros, the unquenchable thirst
Crushing the heads of the last to be first
Gallows humour on the all-scaffold
All the world’s a stage on which
The working class is hanged
They say men are hanged while meat is hung
But it’s apparent how the ones a-struggling
Strung are seen, so much brawn swinging
From capital’s very beams
We are the cult of work
We are the cult of labour sold
We are the cult of work
We are the cult of siphoned gold