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Consume

from Descent by FLIGHTLESS

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Feast on the flesh of the money-hungry grubs,
Splattered on the ground with no one to love,
They forever writhe in an endless nightmare,
Not enough wealth to pay the ferry-man’s fare.

Consume.

Consumption drives the forces,
Different reasons, Different sources,
Always lead by the same four horses.

Pool your assets and your fucking funds,
I see the men and the blood they run.
The suits have turned their backs on the young in the streets,
While the reaper and the devil eye off fresh meat.
So much filth in a clean-cut land,
No hope for the solitary man.

A whirlpool of words,
Those who lead still bleed,
And no one can prevail,
When a country lives for greed,
Its people always fail.

Your utilitarian eyes,
They pass over me and mine,
Yet you feed us lies,
And on our minds you dine.
With your steely knives, consume.

Consumption drives the forces,
Different reasons, Different sources,
Always lead by the same four horses.
Consumption drives the forces,
Different reasons, Different sources,
Always lead by the same four horses.
So let them fucking ride.
Consume.

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from Descent, released June 10, 2011

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