F.O.M.

Give me your wasted life
 Give me your tainted knife
 Give me your guiltless greed
 Your bloated, bleeding need
 Give me your wasted life
 Give me your tainted knife
 Give me your guiltless greed
 Your bloated, bleeding need
 This is the time, the killing season
 Where's the rhyme, where's the reason?
 Your filthy hearts deceiving
 The void that you believe in
 Pour some pity on your pain
 Nothing hurts like nothing gained
 Now you've had your little treat
 The rancid halo crowns your feet
 Disinformation dominates
 The fungus that you emanate
 Your envy evens up the score
 Your hating heart just begs for more
 Mercy waits beyond the gate
 And every time, it's always late
 The weakest link breaks the chain
 A little flash, a little flame
 Come forward, bless your head
 Six lead lepers colored red
 Glitter sweat and sin, you are
 Your whoring heart just begs for more
 Give me your wasted life
 Give me your tainted knife
 Give me your guiltless greed
 Your bloated, bleeding need
 Give me your wasted life
 Give me your tainted knife
 Give me your guiltless greed
 Your bloated, bleeding need
 My stumbling blocks your stepping stone
 The architect sits slone
 Take your time, tame the torture
 Now the crime amends to slaughter
 This long confession will call
 Through bluing lips and layered spite
 Penetrate, remonstrate
 On tender lives you defecate
 The spectre of democracy
 Whose empire is obscurity
 Glitter, sweat, and sin, you are
 Your cannon canonized no more
 Give me your wasted life
 Give me your tainted knife
 Give me your guiltless greed
 Your bloated, bleeding need
 Give me your wasted life
 Give me your tainted knife
 Give me your guiltless greed
 Your bloated, bleeding need
 Your corpse is colored red
 Corrode corruption's words
 The burning light is blurred
 The sick survive unheard
 Your corpse is colored red
 Corrode corruption's words
 Envy opens the door
 Just a little bit more
 Just a little bit more