War Born

Fall, spawns of malicious mantra seek
The dogs are looking but they will not see
The thoughts fall apart, the false elite
The broken shells feed on the living yeast
Jumping dark in the bones of me
Resonate in the lower part best
Doubled in elation, seek
Looking but you are not free
Rotten
Eats of it's own
A mins that's sick
Feed the flood
Compassionate
War Born, contemplation
War Born, the dog's peridition
War Born, in complecation
War Born, tri-adverserenade
The thoughts of normaley
Locked in the halls of victory
The hands reach up
Supporting the cup of conformity
Fall, spawns of malicious mantra seek
The dogs are looking, but they will not see
The thoughts fall apart, the false elite
The broken shells feed on the living yeast