To Fell Goliath Lyrics

Lynch the god of disease

And sever his wings

Hang him upon the red beneath the green

But the tyrants and sinners are waiting in line

And the mob is thinning and there is no time

With the blind masturbating the blind

The prophets are left with no one to lead

To fall on your sword

Or charge from the trench

Fall in to the black

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Within the agony of the conscience

To gorge at the trough or to starve to death

Aversion of truths or affirmation of life

History to live or history to end

With the pinnacle past and crevice below

To leave the concrete to crack and the steel to corrode

Turn your back on this den of murderous thieves

Or with stone in hand do we go for the head?

A chance to cripple, cut them off at the knee

A wrench in the works to fuck the machine