FIT FOR AN AUTOPSY LYRICS

1. Hydra

I watched a man die in the cold.
He slept in the street.
We left him there with nothing to eat
I watched a man burn in the coals. Shoveling shit into a furnace, trading a check for his soul
The city is a fucking prison.
Force fed failure, eat what you're given
The ivory tower, the higher power, I swear their laughing as we claw at the scraps
We were the lions now we bow to the hydra, cause when you cut off the head, fucking two grow back
See them at their worst.
Another day goes by, everything I love dies in the passenger side of the hearse
Lower the bar.
It's pathetic to think.
I knew their souls would sink, but I never knew how far
Repetition is only failure.
Repetition is only failure.
Repetition is only failure.
Repetition is only failure.
The cycle repeats
A march towards defeat
The wretched accept it, a bleak tomorrow
The fathers of greed sow the seeds for sons of sorrow
I watched a man die in the cold
He slept in the street
We left him there with nothing to eat
I watched a man burn in the coals
Shoveling shit into a furnace, trading a check for his soul
The city is a fucking prison
Force fed failure, eat what you're given
The ivory tower, the higher power, I swear they're laughing as we claw at the scraps
We were lions now we bow to the hydra, cause when you cut off the head fucking two grow back
I watched a man die in the cold
I watch a man burn in the coals

2. Heads Will Hang

Death's breath on the back of our neck
The bitter taste of blood, flowing in floods
Consuming all the rations, neglect is a crime of passion
I don't believe we've earned our keep or deserve this peace, self centered catastrophes
Armies of fools will fall.
Nights of no end
Writing on the wall
War is now the will of your God
The prophets hands are stained
War is now the will of your God
Heads will hang
All hail the antiheroes
Life reduced to ones and zeros
Expand and expire
Voices of reason retire
The threat is real, when you can feel the pain they feel
The writings on the wall
War is now the will of your God
The prophets hands are stained
War is now the will of your God
Heads will hang
Soul seller
Fortune teller
Plague bearer
The fog won't lift
First world counterfeits
The great collapse now justified
Peace is merely a gift for the privileged, safeguarded from the pain
This indifference is paid in blood
All hands our stained
The grip of oppression tightens the noose, but when they kick out the chair, heads will hang
War is now the will of your God.

3. Black Mammoth

Fools gold, siphoned and sold, merchants of death
Dead in spirit, now dead in flesh
Born of violent flames, landscapes of ashes
The roots soak up the rain, burning in acid
The wounds are cauterized, and left un-bandaged
Wilting beneath a sun, withered and damaged
Tragedy reigns forever
Rejoice in masses
The tribe collapses
The mother weeps in her dying breath
Rise from the ashes, oh foul black mammoth
Dead in spirit, now dead in flesh
Tread on sacred terrain, envenomed and ravaged
The peace upon the plain, seized by the savage
Primitive practices, uproot and vanish
Modern barbarians, new rite of passage
Rejoice in the masses
The tribe collapses
The mother weeps in her dying breath
Rise from the ashes, oh foul black mammoth
Dead in spirit, now dead in the flesh
Tragedy reins forever

4. Terraform

When the world is empty of souls, it will become so clean
Silent death
Assimilation
Hammers of seven hells fall from above
Settle the final debt, forced adaptation
Void of regret, absent of love
Subdue the lands until they bow at the broken will of man
Inescapable fate
The earth will swallow all that it can, until it finally reclaims the hell we create
When the world is empty of souls, it will become so clean
Terraform
Annihilation, the human curse
Worthless warnings, terror swarming
Self preservation, ancient rebirth
Endless mourning, terraforming
Silent death
Hammers of seven hells from above

5. Iron Moon

Do you feel numb, or are you really just over it?
Old timer
Slave driver
Crack the whip while they sink our ship
Clocking in, work till the bones ache
No warmth so the hands shake
The pills suppress the pain, but the dependence is ever-growing
A fools devotion, devoid of motion
This mistake you can't erase
The bag may not inflate while oxygen is flowing
A coward ruled by force breeds a nation of discord, and a lifetime of remorse
No more
I'd rather suffocate than breathe in what this bullshit life has offered me
Defiance
The new dawn of the iron moon
You should have let sleeping dogs lie, cause now they're hunting you
Wallow in what could have been thumb twiddler
You handed them the keys to the kingdom, signed and delivered
Do you feel numb, after the damage is done?
Do you remember the days when we didn't have to look over our shoulders?
Now we flinch at the kick, and head down the wrong track
We let them takeover
Fear is the final sin
Before it even begins, this rat race was over
A fools devotion, devoid of motion
This mistake you can't erase
The bag may not inflate while oxygen is flowing
I'd rather suffocate than breathe in what this bullshit life has offered me
Defiance
The new dawn of the iron moon
You should have let sleeping dogs lie, cause they're hunting you

6. When The Bulbs Burn Out

Feed the fire
Until it expires
Callous enemies, abandon sanity
Villains of vanity, design a life so clearly unstable
Dead remnants left adrift
Red rivers fill the rift
Poisonous pools emit an atmosphere just barely not fatal
Seven billion leeches
Squirming towards extinction
Tremendous fucking casualties of the human condition
All your material things mean nothing when bulbs burn out
All your material dreams mean nothing when the bulbs burn out
All the oil and blood will seep back into the mud when the bulbs burn out
Will you see you've done as it comes undone when the bulbs burn out
Feed the fire
Until it expires

7. Too Late

Old ashes from repeated mistakes
Hell in a shadow that I can't escape
It's too late, it's too late
Dreams of love, dreams of sex, dreams of joy, dreams of peace
Lie in sickbeds with sweat stained sheets
You only regress, no matter how long you rest
You get what you fucking get
It's too late
Another man falls down
Serenity, the condition we lack
When you finally accept your surroundings, you can cut through the fat
To the meat of the soul
One grand old hole
Stiff, blue, and cold
And now I know it's too late
A sinners dance of endless posturing
Who the fuck are you when no one's watching?
Inescapable
Undeniable
Uncontrollable
Dreams of love, dreams of sex, dreams of joy, dreams of peace
Lie in sickbeds with sweat stained sheets
You only regress, no matter how long you rest
You get what you fucking get
It's too late
Another man falls down
Irreversible
Inescapable
Undeniable
Uncontrollable

8. Empty Still

Leave the room
It was empty before and it is empty still
Cross bearer
Lost prayer
Lord give me nothing, I've already lost my will
To begin or end, never again
The nature of a broken soul is to beg, but the burden of pity is greater than the calm
Resounding stronger than relief, I welcome the harm
The clashing conscience of a coward
Low hanging spirit, soul devoured
I never wanted to live in a world that would kill me
I never wanted a father who wouldn't forgive me
Please leave the room
It was empty before and it is empty still
Inver wanted to live a world that would kill me
I never wanted a father who wouldn't forgive me
The man with two hats
Identified by one, embellished and black
The man with two hats
Distressed and divine
Fragile and white
Where do you hang them?
How do you tell them apart when you tear them apart?
Leave the room
It was empty before and it is empty still
Burning in hellfire, numb to the touch
I'm left to fix this fractured actor on my own
Artificial man
Sacrificial lamb
Love to dust
I've given up
I never wanted to live in a world that would kill me
I never wanted a father wouldn't forgive me.

9. Spiral

Embrace true emptiness
Embrace true emptiness
Behind the eyes the beast in man is never far
Dormant until we accept what we are
No saints
No grace

There is no relief
From the mountains of grief
Intricately, assembled stone by stone
The art of deception
In theory and practice
Smothers any compassion
We could hope to salvage

There is no progress
When forward motions just a test of another man's lust for greed
The will to resist
Disappears in the midst
Staining the sky in eternal misery

Intertwined in end times, wondrous webs of deceit we weave
Behind the eyes, the beast in man is never far
Only dormant until we accept what we are

Don't save me
There's nowhere to stay
That doesn't bear the scars of yesterday

Don't save me
There's nowhere to stay
That doesn't bear the scars of yesterday

Embrace true emptiness

Embrace true emptiness
Behind the eyes the beast in man is never far
Dormant until we accept what we are

No saints
No grace

The last lights, drift deep down into the spiral
Where shame and denial are forever and final

The last lights, drift deep down into the spiral
Where shame and denial are forever and final

Don't save me. Nomad on an orphan earth
There's nowhere to stay
That doesn't bear the scars of yesterday

Don't save me. Nomad on an orphan earth
There's nowhere to stay
That doesn't bear the scars of yesterday

Don't save me
Don't save me







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