DYSCARNATE LYRICS

1. Fuelling The Ignorance

2. ...And We March On

Defiant cries from a child's tongue. All praise war - a new axis has begun. The malicious conductor's seeds are sown. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. The dying sun has turned blood red. The vehement battalion breathe to be led. 

Perish through benevolent policy - a mandatory element of any autocracy. A forgone conclusion, is this justice wrong? The hammer comes down and we march on. Does our murderous defense serve as restraint? Does a worm's assault constitute a complaint? The stench of death is more prominent than before. Beg for death, we'll twist the knife some more.

Insignificant nations are all that defy. Do what you will, we'll have a head for an eye. Bound to facial tombs. All that must be be done is all that's been done before. You will come to embrace the eternal war. Unconscious suicide committed in defense. Superlative war machines built under false pretense. Vaporized flesh dissolved instantly - a murderous disease willfully set free.

Prolonging death bound to facial tombs. Within death masks witness the coming doom. A foregone conclusion: is justice done? The hammer comes down and we march on. Policing the world has become a chore, our history that's become universally ignored. The fields of the past: soiled with radiation. Defeating the disputants - the only aspiration. 

Genetic contortions entwined with revenge. Is this immutable march coming to an end? Raving world without mercy. Who can truly say that they are all blame free? 

Sacrificing millions to an end without a cause. Suicidal strategies lacking in remorse. Defiant cries from a child's tongue. A new axis has begun. This vicious conductor's seeds are grown: the fate of the world is set in stone. A foregone conclusion, justice is done. The skies come down And We March On.

3. Rape The Fallen

4. Assimilation Of Indifference

5. Opposites Detract

Crimson faced and riddled with scars. Caricature of anguish - clutching at any cause and screaming faintly at the innocence. Blame free ignorance - whats done is won - standing strong and defiant: this war is fucking on. 

Take a look at the inner sanctum - infested with representations/interpretations. Those who wander the golden path await their rewards. Neon fruits are always ripe for the harvest, and the concrete messiah - with a stare so blank - advocates the disposal of all. 

Idolized in all of his forms - fashioned from plastic enthroned upon almighty convenience. Whores for mere pence per time - will you have a slice of salvation? Arrogance embossed in speech - scum filled declaratives insistent only upon themselves. 

Does the caricature scream differently? Infecting the words which all bear his name. Opposites detract from the obvious - gazing past the eyes of rational thought. Lines of judgement become blurred. Does desire spawn from need or lust? Instinct holds a certain power.

Launching offensive spawning from their enemy. Striking the charlatans with their own mistakes. Weakling bastards - whats done is won - crippled and beaten; this war has just begun.





DYSCARNATE LYRICS