F.O.M. Lyrics

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 its always late
The weakest link breaks the chain
A little flash a little flame
Come forward bless your fead
Six lead lepers colors 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 specter 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 coloured red
Corrode corruptions words
The burning light is blurred
The sick survive unheard