The  Chalice  Of  Mankind  -  From  The  Shallows

No  science  proves  the  chalice  of  mankind

So  drink  up  drink  up

The  bitter  lust  of  man  gargle  and  spit  your  black  vomit

Spit  your  black  vomit

Consume  the  whisper  that  sounds  of  cracking  whips

Do  you  distort  your  eyes?

The  sin  stains  your  flesh

Rise

To  a  new  day  of  wreckoning

A  new  day  of  religious  complacency

Consume  the  whispers  that  sounds  of  cracking  whips

I  feel  the  emptiness  of  thought  swallow  me  whole

And  I  let  it  drag  us  down  but  now  I  see  a  light

Through  the  ashes  of  mankind

As  bitter  as  the  snakes

So  holy  you  hold  yourself  above  the  gates

Without  a  glimpse  of  your  soul  

Your  left  to  waste  away

No  science  proves  the  chalice  of  mankind  so  drink  up  drink  up

The  bitter  lust  of  man  gargle  and  spit  your  black  vomit

Black  vomit  

Black  vomit

Your  left  to  waste  away

Your  left  to  waste  away