ALL THAT REMAINS
WASHES ASHORE
MY MASSES AT MY FEET
BEG MY PARDON
BUT THE BEAST I SEE
IT IS SO GREY AND LIFELESS

BUT THE FEAST I SEE
IT IS SO GREY AND LIFELESS
I FEED UPON THEM
BLINDED BY YOUR LIGHT
AND THE BEASTS I SEE
THEY ARE SO GREY AND MINDLESS
I FEED UPON THEM
BLINDED BY YOUR LIGHT

RETINAS BURNT OUT
BURNT OUT BY YOUR SON
I WILL NOT GAZE UPON HIM
I CANNOT GAZE UPON HIM

RETINAS BURNT OUT
BURNT OUT BY YOUR SUN
I WILL NOT GAZE UPON YOU
I CANNOT GAZE UPON YOU


THESE BROKEN MACHINES
SENT HERE TO GATHER
ALL EARTHLY
REMAINS

Solo


Little children, it is the last hour;
and as you have heard that I am coming,
even now many before me have come, by which you know that it is the last hour.”


BUT THE SOULS ARE MINE
COLLECTED TO PAY MY DUES
FOR I WILL CROSS OVER IN COMFORT

ON THE BACKS OF THE BROKEN

SEEKING THE DARK
TO SOOTH THE HURT
AFFLICTED BY THE LIGHT
WE ARE BUT CROP FOR THE HARVEST
LAID AT THE FEET
OF THE DIVINE
RICH MEN BUT A MORSEL
THE GODS GROW FAT
FEEDING OFF OUR LIVES
BUT NEVER FILLED
SEATED IN LUXURY
LOOKING DOWN UPON US

~SPOKEN~

WITH SIGHTLESS EYES
WE SIT EXPOSED
GREY AND LIFELESS
BEGGING THEIR PARDON
WE ARE THE FEAST
WASHING ASHORE