Lyrics The Acacia Strain

The Acacia Strain

Bitter Pill

Your silver tongue has turned to shit

As time passes on you will wither with it

These are the days you will never get back

You're fucking trapped

We exist inside a wasteland

Rolling fields of agony

Bodies hanging lifeless

In a forest of dying trees

The last great disciple of the human race

Slipping through the cracks of time and space

Your sadness sweeter than a rose

I'll watch you decompose

Paid the final cost

I am the butcher

Everything I see I kill

You have no immediate future

Swallow sorrow's bitter pill

I am the butcher

Everything I see I kill

You have no immediate future

Swallow sorrow's bitter pill

The future isn't open, it's bleak and fucking empty

Keep crying to your god, he's the one who fucking sent me

Unholy left hand, the prophet of doom

Save your tears, you'll need them soon

Cover undercover face the fire as a coward

You will be the first, the most deliciously devoured