Look into my eyes and tell me once more of this beauty
All I see is your fake smile hiding under vacant skin
Fat and blood is what we are and it should be what we worship
Kill the children, rape the mothers, enslave the men and die
Even in death we conquer
Ride these acid winds
Borderline grotesque
Take my hands you fool and let me lead you to salvation
The harvest is upon us and we're the ones to reap it
Would you kill for pleasure or would you demand payment
I see it as nothing but the final act of kindness
Even in death we conquer
Ride these acid winds
The beauty of human flesh
Look into my eyes and tell me once more of this beauty
All I see is your fake smile hiding under vacant skin
Fat and blood is what we are and it should be what we worship
Kill the children, rape the mothers, enslave the men and die