Lyrics Nocturnal Rites

Nocturnal Rites

The Poisonous Seed

Look at this devastation

Look at what we've become

We are nothing but marionettes

The sum of everything wrong

We are sons of the madness

Disciples of the unseen

Can't believe that it came to this

We're a monstrous breed

Why, it's almost unreal

We're numb to the world

Death is what feeds the machine

No, this cannot be

Line up the herd

Give us the poisonous seed

Look to what we amounted

How we lied and we stole

We were chasing our silhouettes

And gone out of control

On the verge of existence

There the scavengers lie

Lie in wait for the wounded prey

To bleed you dry

Why, it's almost unreal

We're numb to the world

Death is what feeds the machine

No, this cannot be

Line up the herd

Give us the poisonous seed

Poison Whaah Poison

Why, it's almost unreal

We're numb to the world

Death is what feeds the machine

No, this cannot be

Line up the herd

Give us the poisonous seed, seed, seed

Poison Poison Whoa