Land Of Treason Lyrics - Singles - Germs

Land of treason, waste no reason 

We are breathing fire 

We're packs of dogs, we're enemies of men 

We are not desired 

Our faces show, we've grown cold 

But have not conspired 

Old hearts gone, the future's on 

Mother nations mired 

I like a receptacle for the chosen dead 

We find our bodies clawed 

With the scent of death 

We find that we are not so very awed 

Loyalties burned, the words our blurred 

Overturn your own 

Walk like dogs and watch the doors 

Have your other stone 

Stop the toys that match disordered 

Calculate the thrones 

Feel the pulse descending 

Decaying hallowed tomes 

In the starving sense you worship 

The nations of debris 

You wear a cost of sewage 

That you've never even seen 

The time is now, the vicious here 

A stolen dinner code 

The license of the savage land 

That you've always sold 

So bite the hand that needs you 

And bless another coal 

The virus never issues 

From a cotton so very old 

As the lights come down 

[Incomprehensible] 

You wash your hands and start to climb 

The ladder that you stole 

Slip the hatch and spin the sword 

The money lords are poor 

Push the tan that rolls downhill 

Their sense of dream absorbed 

Still the cat that breaks the night 

Tie him to the core 

Chase the viruses that believe 

That what's right is scored 

It's a senseless cash in right for right 

What's wrong is never gone 

And left is just a passion 

For the fools golden dawn