Eight Four One Six Songtext

Flesheaters to the saw
Breastfeeders to the morgue
Fuck up your gorefronts
Let them ignore us
Turn them to sawdust

Tried it your way
It got us fucking nowhere
Stop giving me advice, you're right I don't care
No

Flesheaters to the saw
Breastfeeders to the morgue
Cut out my fucking tongue
Shut me the fuck up

Flesheaters to the saw
Breastfeeders to the morgue
Right hand of god cast them down, nail a carnist to a cross
Fuck off
Stop giving me advice
Ask, ask me one more time

How you gonna make any change? We're not ashamed of our ways
Over your dead body
Now you're gonna fuckin' try take the food off my plate?
Over your dead body

Say shit with your chest we're all waiting
All I hear is complaining
Bleed the heart of the arkangel
The noises they make just air escaping

For you to live, many must to suffer
Goremongers, goremongers no longer

United in being wrong
So march to your graves
Sing your death march songs
United by chains
If I gave you my last match would you light the flame?
Walk down the same path united in pain

If I could leave this hell, I'd spread my wings and fly away
Take parts of them where I left parts of myself
They owe a debt in blood
It's time to pay

Bloodshed to wash the graves away

United in being wrong
So march to your graves
Sing your death march songs
United by chains
If I gave you my last match would you light the flame?
Walk down the same path united in pain

Could you walk home with demons
Cos you couldn't free them
Do you even see them?
United in pain