歌词
A million shells like stones in sand
The soil painted by severed hands
Locusts breed in a child's skull
A hallowed tank, rats in its hull
Wars keep the vultures fed
Friends and foes, all extinguished
Mother Nature can't distinguish
Between a killer and a priest
Heroes are the victors butchers
All their rapes and all their tortures
Cleansed by rains of gold and years of rot
The human god mirrors the human brain
Pray for power and material gain
So the rich die old, and the poor die shot
An armed cadaver on a fleshless horse
Father time knows no remorse
For rifts of west and east
So the scavengers feast
A martyred saint's but a jackal's meal
And for all man's pride and religious zeal
Both the church and the whorehouse burned
The flies, the ants, the carrion thrive
Hornets die a ribcage hive
And the world, the world still turns
When all mankind tastes the earth
Mother Nauture will give birth
To another king of beasts
And still the scavengers feast