Black Earth Lyrics
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Album | The Indifference of Good Men(2010) |
Type | EP |
Genres | Heavy Metal |
Labels | Independent |
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4. Black Earth (4:00)
Convert the earth from green to black,
And burn it down with napalm to ash.
Terraform a hollow land,
Overworked by calloused hands.
A dried up hole of an ocean's soul,
We create the end of days.
Our seed's the one that pays.
Hell no we aint got a chance.
God damn we'll never.
Inheriting a faceless sphere,
We're handing down a nameless rock.
Look to the sky and see its burning,
Everything dies under a scorching sun.
You create a world where you can't raise your children.
Immersed in moral decay,
A gross indifference attack.
Proud parents of the toxic movement,
Complacent keeper of a world turned black.
I asked my father why he chose to curse his only son,
He said you only get one chance to keep the balance in turn.
Crawling slowly across a broken land,
We create the end of days,
Our seed's the one that pays.
Hell no we aint got a chance.
Hell no! God damn they'll never forgive us
No! God damn they'll never forgive us
The writhing ones will be our sons,
We'll make a corpse out of everyone.
Hell no! God damn they'll never forgive us.
No! God damn they'll never forgive us
You sew the seed but it wouldn't grow, and reap the soul you've sold.
Preach to the masses and tell the same damn story.
Sitting in your little crippled world,
Burn it to the ground who gives a shit?
Festers from hollow ground, your kingdom for a plow.
And still the serpent head complains,
Despite the absence of hunger pains.
Sitting in your little crippled world,
Burn it to the ground who gives a shit.
And burn it down with napalm to ash.
Terraform a hollow land,
Overworked by calloused hands.
A dried up hole of an ocean's soul,
We create the end of days.
Our seed's the one that pays.
Hell no we aint got a chance.
God damn we'll never.
Inheriting a faceless sphere,
We're handing down a nameless rock.
Look to the sky and see its burning,
Everything dies under a scorching sun.
You create a world where you can't raise your children.
Immersed in moral decay,
A gross indifference attack.
Proud parents of the toxic movement,
Complacent keeper of a world turned black.
I asked my father why he chose to curse his only son,
He said you only get one chance to keep the balance in turn.
Crawling slowly across a broken land,
We create the end of days,
Our seed's the one that pays.
Hell no we aint got a chance.
Hell no! God damn they'll never forgive us
No! God damn they'll never forgive us
The writhing ones will be our sons,
We'll make a corpse out of everyone.
Hell no! God damn they'll never forgive us.
No! God damn they'll never forgive us
You sew the seed but it wouldn't grow, and reap the soul you've sold.
Preach to the masses and tell the same damn story.
Sitting in your little crippled world,
Burn it to the ground who gives a shit?
Festers from hollow ground, your kingdom for a plow.
And still the serpent head complains,
Despite the absence of hunger pains.
Sitting in your little crippled world,
Burn it to the ground who gives a shit.
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The Indifference of Good Men - Lyrics
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The Indifference of Good Men - Album Credits
Members
- Anthony Stevenson : Drums
- Donovan Hand : Vocals
- Garren Emerson : Lead Guitar
- Matt Olds : Bass
- Rob Hicks : Rhythm Guitar