DESCRIPTION:
Invention Extinction LP
Label:Profane Existence Records

6. 101
7. Last Supper
8. Life Insurance
9. Made of Clay
LYRICS:
6. 101
The forcast is a patriotic economic slaughter
An ethno-bomb The fuse is getting shorter
The peace-keepers keep piecing together
Their reign across our globe
Each arm holds its arms and protests what who owns
SOCIALIZED
Missionaries missions are to infiltrate those pagan cultures
Teach them to afford our lord and bleach their children white.
Erasing any trace of what was once a country's race.
Cultures, customs gone forever and we've
Sponsored ethnic cleansing of the poor...
The savages don't need their gold
We'll feed it to our god
As their ways are replaced by our arms race
Malaria welcomes white men back again...
Facts have been aborted in the diversion,
Neglecting the wounds you forgot to mention
The table is set come and dine, only carnage withstood the test of time
Prayers and last words you needn't bother
Everyone is devoured at the last supper
The gallery always reeks of folly just close your
Curtains and you won't be disheartened
And a smile touches your face
As they erased without a trace
Innocent people run for shelter in their GRAVES...

7. Last Supper
The saint sank his silver bullet into your gullet.
Writhing you fell to the floor crippled by the myths confession.
Because victims bear the burden of lingering sensations.
No inferno or ascent, just agony and regret.

Lamenting the loss the almighty mother, a pious staff thrust through her womb.
The sea runs red with the blood of her children, while majestic jesters recite holy hymns.
An alter built of flesh, sculpted from the dead of a war that never ends.

OPINIONS become INSTITUTIONS.
The INCISION becomes a LACERATION.
Bridge that gap, pave that path...

Below the shining surface things aren't what they seem,
A living nightmare called the American Dream.
Smiling happy faces that exist to deny the pain
And suffering we all share inside.

8. Life Insurance
What will we do when there is nothing left?
Where will we go once we've kicked Earth to death?

You say you do what you do
'cause that is all you know.

What will we eat off of land where nothing grows?
Starving over grain that we can't sew.

You say you do what you do
'cause that is all you know.

You think you help 'cause that is all you know
We've built a better jungle to leave nothing in it's place
We've built our hell to suit us,
Soon to end the humyn race.
And if your belief in eternity is what keeps your LIFE INSURED
Then you'll be awfully fucking hungry when your utopian ideals don't work
When there's nothing left to eat
Will you settle for humyn meat?
When that's all that's left alive
Nothing in our path survives...
How much more will be left rotting away to join your endless barrage of senseless decay?
Before you realize you'll find no salvation through your negligent acts of senseless destruction.
Man the mighty bulldozing, gun-toting, hairless, brainless APE... - bloated with greed would seal his
children's fate.
How much more must be sacrificed upon your altar of progress, tell me how much more must die?
Before you realize that you're digging your own grave, while all along convinced you're learning to fly
. There's no life insurance...
Poison pollute consume, and shrug your shoulders.
We are careless, scantless, in bliss and soon the landscape will be lifeless.

9. Made of Clay
I'm afraid we've been sculpted through the centuries
What I see is lycanthropy, and a headless phantom in the driver's seat
Passing through time the illusions crumble
Awake to find yourself entombed by rubble
Overrun by the unsung horseman, no song to warn you of his charge
You see this mob of raging rivals will butcher you for their survival
Amphitheater armageddon more than just a brutal expression
Murmurs churn into a rumble and the walls of silence start to crumble
Mind fixed on the podium nurturing the enemies momentum
While you were admiring the all-star cast, their bayonets slid into your back