Aeon - Contemptible lyrics

Fields of overrun earth Limbs that dance devoid of trunk Women sunk in mourning Your gift to our species We have mourned so many d**hs caused by your greed for gold Yet still nothing compares to your holy abstinence Liberation of all men is venom to your teaching I am no pity slave that you could spit on Scorn consumes me while tasting your false truths Cripple is what I see when I look at you Our tears – the bitter sea Trying to break the chains The last link of our leash Will become your personal thorn