The World Without Us - Cult

Here in the cult of social mental instability
A virus fills terrestrial extremities unclean
For what now grows inside of us will only be obscene
Your station here is weighed upon the sacrifice you bleed

Our only currency is self-destruction
You're only useful to us when you are weak
There is no value in a resolution
How so otherwise would we take
Away all your lives and your childrens' smiles
Your blood line will die
Our blood line will rise

We germinate you
We fumigate you
We cultivate
We regulate you
We separate you
We circulate you
We strangulate

Speculation
Revelation
Elevation

This is not your life
Not a life at all

Look to the skies I mingle with the flies
Look at the mires the seismic burning piles
I fester with disease consuming my insides
Sit there on top your throne eight billion fucking lives

Upon my life I'll gouge your greedy eyes
You may not feed on those and them are mine
You will not find conceit before the end of time
Don't fuck with us again you'll lose your fucking life

Here in the cult of social mental instability
I can not feel extremity sensation or perceive
Never have belonged to you and here I intercede
Lacerate umbilical exclaiming your defeat

This is not your life
This is not a life
We are not yours