Lyrics Choirs of Devastation - Meshuggah
                                                Melting 
                                                hands, 
                                                as 
                                                in 
                                                fear 
                                                they've 
                                                ruled
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                will 
                                                not 
                                                anymore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Determination 
                                                now 
                                                only 
                                                    a 
                                                coagulating 
                                                fluid
 
                                    
                                
                                                Burning 
                                                its 
                                                pathes 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                sad 
                                                soil
 
                                    
                                
                                                Clouds 
                                                pregnant 
                                                with 
                                                heavy 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Opens 
                                                up 
                                                its 
                                                portals 
                                                and 
                                                pour 
                                                upon 
                                                earth,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                moist 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                lost 
                                                childhoods
 
                                    
                                
                                                Embrace 
                                                as 
                                                it 
                                                boil.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Believe-as 
                                                you 
                                                see-the 
                                                anticipation
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lost 
                                                in 
                                                mourning 
                                                choirs 
                                                of 
                                                devastation
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                aimless 
                                                glow, 
                                                we 
                                                thought 
                                                would 
                                                never 
                                                cease
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                groan 
                                                out 
                                                its 
                                                renunciation.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Toxic 
                                                airwaves 
                                                throwing 
                                                their 
                                                corrosion,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                patternless 
                                                meshes 
                                                over 
                                                consumed 
                                                ground.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Earth, 
                                                blindly-stretch 
                                                out 
                                                her 
                                                maimed 
                                                arms,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                to 
                                                receive 
                                                the 
                                                certainty-there's 
                                                no 
                                                help 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                found
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                one's 
                                                to 
                                                blame 
                                                as 
                                                streams 
                                                of 
                                                equality 
                                                washes 
                                                away,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                last 
                                                traces 
                                                of 
                                                humanity's 
                                                existence.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                just 
                                                sat, 
                                                like 
                                                contented 
                                                denials 
                                                as 
                                                abnegation
 
                                    
                                
                                                Took 
                                                its 
                                                toll 
                                                in 
                                                exterminations' 
                                                enhance.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                claimed, 
                                                the 
                                                dead 
                                                would 
                                                open 
                                                the 
                                                eyes 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                living,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                who's 
                                                left 
                                                to 
                                                exclaim 
                                                the 
                                                words-we 
                                                were 
                                                right.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Memories 
                                                of 
                                                anguish 
                                                lie 
                                                as 
                                                whisper 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                heat
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                bareness 
                                                observe 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                remains 
                                                float 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                sight.
 
                                    
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