Monetized Damnation (feat. Bad Praxis) Video (MV)

Can you hear the drumming of their hearts
Syncing up to marching from afar
Fading sunlight filters through dead trees
Lighting patches of grotesque armies

Razor-wire to their goat-throats
Horned heads, death throes
Slick ground, wet with blood
Ever marching, endless flood
Cloven hoof, bone shield
Forked tongue, cross the field
Clouds of breath, cold air
Smell of death, stink of fear
Elected officiates of pain, they trod
Mirror-chains glimmer over crimson sod

Bloodlust cravings, superficial
Culling all in their path not beneficial
Lucifer is gorgeous, Lucifer is wise
He writes himself music in his spare time

Dark angel, the winged
He soars with pure grace
Pocketing the planet
From the depths of dark space
The master of whispers
King sweetness of lies
Comforts so gently
Then smirks as you die
Flash lightning rumbles
Peals of thunder crash
Barbs to the humble
Overflowing cup of wrath

We don't mean a lick of harm
We just want your soul now
Donate to our pool of blood
We'll take care of you now

We don't mean a lick of harm
We just want your soul now
Donate to our pool of blood
We'll take care of you now

Campaign trail is paved with rust and shattered bone
Black tar bubbles from their mouths and runs down their throats
Chains of sponsored barbed-wire connect echoed minds
Panic-strikes unify vapid cash shrines

Floral scented death knell
Income feast, dinner bell
Oscillating point of view
Easy shot, harm the few
Give them hope, snuff it out
Profits grow, powers mount
Incense to the incensed
Alcohol to the depressed
Pay the crowd to feign outrage
Respond, spittle from the stage
Blinded eyes, none can see
Shadows unfurl, now bleed

We don't mean a lick of harm
We just want your soul now
Donate to our pool of blood
We'll take care of you now

We don't mean a lick of harm
We just want your soul now
Donate to our pool of cash
We'll take care of you now