Cirrhosis Songtext / Lyric

Monuments constructed upholding inequity
Broken system, Leviathan, I hope I live to see the end
When we fall the rats and roaches will have a feast
On the bloated wasteful corpse of industry We don't have much time
Before the sands sucked dry We are a living prelude to the end of days
Cirrhosis from excess is a gift in many ways
Poison pumps through our veins like that which is pumped in our machines
foreign wars in our name, a mirage of life is all you see