Lyrics Fit For An Autopsy

Fit For An Autopsy

Murder in the First

Dear devil, we tried to move them

We had all the facts

They just overruled them

Slaves to the gods they see in the mirror

Self inflicted prisoners

Alone for another winter, cold forever

Take everything from them

They are nothing but a pile of possessions

Empty underneath the rubble

Lost in their selfish transgressions

Godless

Bigot nations, cursed at birth

Wealth to wastelands

Murder in the first

Pencil pushers and prescription poppers

Take two and call me when you're numb

Or when your mind succumbs

Worship your workshops

Like thoughtless fucking pigeons with your heads cut off

Twitching in a foolish fucking rhythm

Oh child don't look away

I want you to watch the world die

I gave up on living

We should all give death a try

Every last soul, cast into the fire

Watch them burn alive

Halos and horns

We wear the mark of the beast like a crown of thorns

Halos and horns

We weave a masterpiece of deceit and scorn

Oh child don't look away

I want you to watch the world die

I gave up living

We should all give death a try

Every last soul, cast into the fire

Watch them burn alive

Dear devil, I fucking quit

You can have this world, it's a piece of shit

Dear devil, I fucking quit

You can have this world, it's a piece of shit

Every last soul, cast into the fire

Watch them burn alive