In a colony founded on blood
Are we surprised to see
That blood has become its currency?
These tragedies are not defects
These are functions of the host
We purge each visible blemish
But the whole of the organism is corrupt in origin
As such it thrives on exploitation
And fuels this infernal engine with a deliberate violence
There are bodies piled in the name of loyalty
These cases are peer reviewed by the world at large
Incentive to grow feeds the maw of injustice
Kickbacks keep the slave catchers working
The hands that feed black bodies into the belly of the machine are caked in blood
Pigs feeding pigs
Nonetheless the rhetoric of necessity must be avoided
For these soldiers of domestic slaughter are only there by choice
These men of the unholy cloth kill for pleasure
Make no mistake
There are no ultimatums
Each fallen civilian body falls in vain
The Golden Shield protecting its own
Their tethered communities left to rot with the corpses of their own
Nekroí Theoí - Blue Shirt//White Hood Lyrics
Nekroí Theoí - Blue Shirt//White Hood Lyrics
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In a colony founded on blood
Are we surprised to see
That blood has become its currency?
These tragedies are not defects
These are functions of the host
We purge each visible blemish
But the whole of the organism is corrupt in origin
As such it thrives on exploitation
And fuels this infernal engine with a deliberate violence
There are bodies piled in the name of loyalty
These cases are peer reviewed by the world at large
Incentive to grow feeds the maw of injustice
Kickbacks keep the slave catchers working
The hands that feed black bodies into the belly of the machine are caked in blood
Pigs feeding pigs
Nonetheless the rhetoric of necessity must be avoided
For these soldiers of domestic slaughter are only there by choice
These men of the unholy cloth kill for pleasure
Make no mistake
There are no ultimatums
Each fallen civilian body falls in vain
The Golden Shield protecting its own
Their tethered communities left to rot with the corpses of their own
Are we surprised to see
That blood has become its currency?
These tragedies are not defects
These are functions of the host
We purge each visible blemish
But the whole of the organism is corrupt in origin
As such it thrives on exploitation
And fuels this infernal engine with a deliberate violence
There are bodies piled in the name of loyalty
These cases are peer reviewed by the world at large
Incentive to grow feeds the maw of injustice
Kickbacks keep the slave catchers working
The hands that feed black bodies into the belly of the machine are caked in blood
Pigs feeding pigs
Nonetheless the rhetoric of necessity must be avoided
For these soldiers of domestic slaughter are only there by choice
These men of the unholy cloth kill for pleasure
Make no mistake
There are no ultimatums
Each fallen civilian body falls in vain
The Golden Shield protecting its own
Their tethered communities left to rot with the corpses of their own
Writer: Luke Phillips, Jules IV Polachek
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico