Skeletons of Giants (Explicit)

A DYING CROW LIES ON A SMOLDERING NEST

LUNGS FULL OF DUST, RIDDLED WITH TOXIC WASTE

ITS FINAL CRY; LOST TO THE BLACK SKY

ITS TAR SOAKED WINGS ARE LAID TO REST

MAN MADE THIS

HIS DYING WISH

MAN MADE THIS

LEVIATHAN; PUT TO ETERNAL SLEEP

A TIMELESS MONSTER IS LOST TO THE DEEP

THE SKELETONS OF GIANTS ROT IN THE DEPTHS

BENEATH THE EVER GROWING PLASTIC SHIPWRECK

MADE MADE THIS HELL

WHERE ARE YOUR ANSWERS? THEY’RE NOT IN THE BACK OF YOUR PRAYER BOOK

8 MILLION TON HANGS ON THE END OF A RUSTY FISH HOOK

WE’RE TOO APATHETIC TO REEL IN THE LINE

WE’VE GONE AND WE’VE RIPPED OUT OUR OWN ****ING SPINE

BLIND TO THE CARNAGE

THIS BURDEN RUNS DEEP IN THE BLOODLINE

YOU GET NOTHING FOR NOTHING

IT’S TOO LATE TO PRAY

POURING FUEL ON THE BONFIRE EVERY WAKING DAY

TIME WAITS FOR NO MAN

THE HOURGLASS IS CRACKED

NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME

IT’S ALL TURNING BLACK

THERE LIES A DYING OLD MAN WITH A COLD BLANK STARE

HE WARNED US OF THIS BUT NOT A SOUL CARED

HE MEETS HIS DEMISE WITH A BITTER TEAR

NO ONE COULD HANDLE THE WEIGHT OF THE FEAR