Artist: INGESTED
Track: Dead Seraphic Forms
Album: Where Only Gods May Tread
Release Date: August 14th, 2020
Label: Unique Leader Records
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Lyrics – Dead Seraphic Forms
Angels and demons you look the fucking same,
The sinners stab you in the front, they’re proud that they’re to blame.
You’ve tarred yourself with feathers? Absolved of all your shame?
Cowardice and avarice, running through your veins.
We are the pack, the four adorned in sheep.
Never let the wool obscure our vision, we will never sleep.
Friend or foe we smell your fear, you stink, you reek.
You’re just another step towards the paradise we seek.
False pretences, offensive, to think that we’re defenceless,
Apprehensive, we’re ruthless, relentless and protective.
We give an inch you take an inch, obey us or be lynched,
Or beaten till you fucking clinch.
No one else, no one new.
When none are worthy, all are dead seraphic forms.
Try your best, but we are few,
It’s time for you to pay us what we’re due.
You’re just another step towards the paradise we seek.
Unbreakable.
Dragged through the glass we’re invincible.
Stronger than ever, unbreakable.
Together we’re flawless, it’s no surprise that you fucking adore us.
Not the first man, just a next man.
We’ve tasted sour grapes there’s no more fucking bread to break.
Not the last man, just a wasteman.
Painting false effigies but one less fucking mouth to feed.
12 years thrown down the fucking shitter,
We put our everything into another quitter.
Challenge accepted, demented.
Too late to come to senses no incentive,
When overall we find you unimpressive.
You took and took and never gave, we put you in your grave.
You’ve gotten mighty fucking brave.
No one else, no one new.
When none are worthy, all are dead seraphic forms.
Try your best, but we are few,
It’s time for you to pay us what we’re due.
Dragged through the glass we’re invincible.
Stronger than ever, unbreakable.
Together we’re flawless, it’s no surprise that you fucking adore us.
We never ate our own,
Or bit the hand that fed.
Leave these towers of ivory?
I’d rather I be fucking dead.
No one else.
No one new.
When none are worthy,
All are dead seraphic forms.
