Lyrics Fit For An Autopsy

Fit For An Autopsy

Swing the Axe

Wish I had known that life lets you down

Wish I had known that everyone drowns

In a sewer just a puddle of swill and spit

And I can't breathe (I can't breathe)

Cause it all smells like bullshit

We came into this world pure and shining

And now we drag through the mud bitching and whining

As machines carry us to other machines

To churn the chemicals that kill everything

That was once serene

It falls on our heads

It falls on our heads

Like the axe

Like the mortars

Like a righteous intervention

It falls on our heads

Like the rain

Like the pain

We're the victims of ill intention

It falls on our heads

The world is dead

Denial and consumption

Poisoned by our own production

Denial and consumption

Poisoned by our own production

Tell me who do we blame when the fish turn up dead

When the children are born with disfigured heads

When the ground won't produce and the leaves don't grow back

As the fires burn forever in the lines of smoke stacks

Let the lights burn out

Squander the resources further the droughts

Pretend there'll be a solution

As we drown in the swell of pollution

Life is a cycle of sin and sorrow

All we know are the crimes we commit

Life is a cycle of sin and sorrow

We made our bed

And now we'll lie in it

We made our bed

And now we'll lie in it

Are we so deluded in this septic tank

That we turn to plague and poison

Like a temporary savior

No whispers of healing

No help, no warning

It falls on our heads

It falls on our heads

Like the axe

Like the mortars

Like a righteous intervention

It falls on our heads

Like the rain

Like the pain

We're the victims of ill intention

It falls on our heads

The world is dead

Swing the axe

It falls on our heads

Swing the axe

It falls on our heads

Swing the axe

It falls on our heads

Swing the axe

It falls on our heads

The world is fucking dead