A Million Dead Birds Laughing - Void Lyrics
Feed them the dawning tale of meaningThis operation shall awaken the decentFake relish their piecesEmbellish the reasonSet talons to bleed themAnd damage the seasoningFeed them the yawning aleDisease now means nothing to themFake polish their facesHateful adorationAbolish the layers of taste built beneath their shitFavorite flavoursOh, if the enemy could taste its wingsSavouring flavoursUntil the enemy dissolvesSoulless hordesContorted formsThey gorgeOh, miseryWould they sing to be saved?Consuming lifeThey have tried to feed the voidBut failed