Inva//id - The Cruel Division

"Curse the world"
The incantation
The dire scripture read aloud from the nest
Oh bless your hearts convolution
Preach what you get off the giving tree
Reach for the swarm
The locusts encompass
They latch onto light like moths to flame
Brain like the mold
They shape their creation
You take what you get from the giving tree

Do you think you've got through to me
The words you speak
I don't think you believe
Latch you eyes to the tv screen
The end is nigh
What do you believe

Take your kingdom
And feed it to the dirt
You lead all the sheep with your mind so unearthed
I guess it's a tragedy
Your paradise is lost
You've got to find out
What the truth was all along

No need to fear the reaper
No point to feel guilty
I....I hope you reconsider
The lies that you pluck from the giving tree

Do you think you've got through to me
The words you speak
I don't think you believe
Latch you eyes to the tv screen
The end is nigh
What do you believe

The cruel division
The cruel division
The cruel division

Now I see...

Written by:
Brendin Ross, Christopher Rivera

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