Trash Candle Lyrics - Man Eating Lion

I found myself drowning in a sea of people 

Map markers ascribed to each one of their steeples 

Under the pretext: all men are created evil 

Equipped with equine engines to labor for legs feeble 

Following the mind's eye, blinded by lies 

The path, forked like a serpent's tongue 

Laugh, the lord of the flies' 

Weeping saviors savor seductive antitheses, woe, 

Planting seeds of death in the ground where their bodies bleed 

The birth of the end, the genesis of null 

Haven't you heard we're the herd that was born to be culled? 

Old news new ears and we hear while we're here 

The scene and has been seen and replayed by the years 

The cast called for cattle and we did not disappoint 

The first to go gifted us martyrdom and saints to anoint 

The purest intentions pave the roads on which we travel 

Is not the point of a spool surely to unravel? 

In many ways, there is an endearing cosmic candor to it 

And we may marvel only in ways in which we can be fluent 

Current themes scream prudence 

Please excuse if I'm crude, hence 

Call the cops, 

I'm bleeding maggots