There is no grand resolve
There is no final fix
We salivate and stagnate
We sing paralysis
This is a cancer womb
This is a festered pit
We pollinate poison
We multiply and transmit
(we're such money makers)
(we're such earth shakers)
This is a salvage den
A ma** of wanton prayer
Pride in the plague
Of snug snug despair
There is no end to thirst
There is no finite fill
We cultivate hollow need
We slow drown in swill
(we're such money makers)
(we're such earth shakers)
Sour milk feeder - refuse to detach
Creature breeder - seek and extract
Judas samaritan - a suite in the sky
Breath ravager - s** it all dry
(we're such money makers)
(we're such earth shakers)