I Am Abomination - Element 151 lyrics
[I Am Abomination - Element 151 lyrics]
Satellites are falling to the ground
The trusted don't make a sound
What are we in for?
There are lights in the sky
Brightly flashing in patterns of threat
(Mr lazar was right)
The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras created day from night
Losing touch with our sense of real
This is invasion of splendor and loss of feel
This isn't human, I know this can't be human
The ulterior are here
The world is in an uproar
Oblivious to the warnings
And bartered by the media
(Mr lazar you were so right)
The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras created day from night
Losing touch with our sense of real
This is invasion of splendor and loss of feel
This isn't human, I know this can't be human
Will they devour our world whole
Or spit it out because of the wretched taste?
The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras created day from night
Losing touch with our sense of real
This is invasion of splendor and loss of feel
An ocean of lives disappears from
What once was home
"We have returned to harvest our
Crops they have began to
Rot and are now rendered useless to us we
As their gods shall choose their
Fate and after much
Debate we have chose to rid of the
Crops they shall burn and we
Shall start from the
Beginning this stage is ours
And they have littered
It with their disgusting filth
We will not have
Mercy for this failed project
Everything will burn"
The trusted don't make a sound
What are we in for?
There are lights in the sky
Brightly flashing in patterns of threat
(Mr lazar was right)
The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras created day from night
Losing touch with our sense of real
This is invasion of splendor and loss of feel
This isn't human, I know this can't be human
The ulterior are here
The world is in an uproar
Oblivious to the warnings
And bartered by the media
(Mr lazar you were so right)
The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras created day from night
Losing touch with our sense of real
This is invasion of splendor and loss of feel
This isn't human, I know this can't be human
Will they devour our world whole
Or spit it out because of the wretched taste?
The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras created day from night
Losing touch with our sense of real
This is invasion of splendor and loss of feel
An ocean of lives disappears from
What once was home
"We have returned to harvest our
Crops they have began to
Rot and are now rendered useless to us we
As their gods shall choose their
Fate and after much
Debate we have chose to rid of the
Crops they shall burn and we
Shall start from the
Beginning this stage is ours
And they have littered
It with their disgusting filth
We will not have
Mercy for this failed project
Everything will burn"