Tartarus - Culling Lyrics

Telegraph these pages of our torment
And understand that we are coming back
Telegraph these pages of our torment
And understand that we are coming back
With a f*cking edge
Silence fills an empty grave
Just like your dreams you're f*cking swept away
This is a diabolical plot of mankind
Bringing you to the ground to worship the sky
For your whole life
And yet you think that you can save me
F*ck
Don't you think that there's a shepherd for a reason?
Cull the herd
Your minds are weak and your bodies are made of glass
Where's your god?
There's too much blood in the holy lands