Idlegod - Nothing More Than Earth

Monolithic playgrounds of the Gods,
You roll over, now you know it's useless.
All are hiding, from fear of “What's not”,
All our truths are somewhat of a lie.
Behind every corner is the secret to our minds,
We're all swimming against the tides.
What we see isn't real,
are minds are clouded, in the shadows of greed we kneel.

And it suffocates every single last breath of free will,
This fear we materialize in Death.
And we bury it six feet under,
Like a seed, in hope for new life.

And the beast that grows, out of that seed,
His roots are deep, from our blood he feeds his soul,
And we're left to spoil, under the Sun,
Until nothing more than earth we are.

Stand up!
Don't you dare hide!
Bow down!
Greed state of mind.
Eyes set, to the darkest light.
All rise!
Ashes to ashes, blood into bile.

Owners of your life, consumed 'til Death, not even your last breath, your own.

Well come on out,
And raise your head,
Get on your knees
And pray for Death.
Your caskets full
Of sins we breed,
We feed on others
For what we need.
So lets go out
And raise our heads,
Unto the Gods
We render Death.