Intro Chorus Unshriven scape goats ignorant pawns So the rich kids can dabble to try and play God Olympus has fallen and deserted the gates Ten minutes too early, one hundred years late Verse 1 Death escapes you, blind and alone Pit latrine caverns, a place to call home Buzzards pick the bones of livestock and man Hell descends back from whence it began Pre-Chorus 1A Dormant - pathogens emancipated Airborne - thawed viral judgement cellular destruction Bloodborne - cellular destruction Melt from within and piss out your organs Dormant - pathogens emancipated Airborne - thawed viral judgement cellular destruction Bloodborne - cellular destruction Melt from within and piss out your organs Pre-Chorus 1B Natural selection elected to desert us To flip the switch, to wipe the slate, to wash away To bring to pass the sins that deserve us to resurface Chorus 1 Unshriven scape goats ignorant pawns So the rich kids can dabble to try and play God Olympus has fallen and deserted the gates ten minutes too early and one hundred years late Post-Chorus - 1 The science we cursed cannot save us now The bait had been switched, but no one knew how Parched riverbeds with seas sown as the causalities To harvest the fruits their greed fueled atrocities Verse 2 No mourners..... no funeral no last rites Forgotten no tombstones no gravesites Abandoned for celestial frontiers Neo-Cro-Magnon tribal warfare Pre-Chorus 2A Dormant - pathogens emancipated Airborne - thawed viral judgement cellular destruction Bloodborne - cellular destruction Melt from within and piss out your organs Dormant - pathogens emancipated Airborne - thawed viral judgement cellular destruction Bloodborne - cellular destruction Melt from within and piss out your organs Pre-Chorus 2B Natural selection has elected to desert us To flip the switch, to wipe the slate, to wash away To bring to pass the sins that deserve us to resurface Chorus 2 Unshriven scape goats ignorant pawns So the rich kids can dabble to try and play God Olympus has fallen and deserted the gates Ten minutes too early and one hundred years late Post-Chorus - 2 They cut off the lights to the city on the hill Put it on the tab and stiffed us with the bill So we pay for the sins of other men’s bygone fathers Millions of conscripted pacifist martyrs