Urbanite Songtext
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Blood over a cross.
Walked into a grave.
Blood over a cross.
Process of decay.

Hand on the scythe prophet of strife.
Grain over life, grain over life.
Fracture to the bone, barren withered soul.
Grain over, grain over life.

Unto my hands lay thy strife.
Feel the wrath of a ′knave'.
Urbanite life, skill unrefined.
Topic of utter shame.

Throttled in blood, yet nothing died.
Life in only name.
Loaded and refined, dead inside.
Hand the soil′s slave.


Poison my air, burn my pines,
Rot in a tomb buried alive.

Caged in a life of repetition, unaware, uncaring, unabashed.
The days are short, and lives cheap.
I'm disgusted, disgusted to even be in the same species as you.

There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation.
There is a failure here that topples all of our success.

Soul Burning
Soul Taken
Soul Burning
Soul Taken

Hand on the scythe prophet of strife.
Grain over life, grain over life.
Fracture to the bone, barren withered soul.
Grain over, grain over life.

Blood for my grain, for my grain, land of southbound reign.
Blood for my grain, for my grain, land of southbound reign.
Upon an ancestry removed, a people waylaid.
I coat myself in blood of foreign name.


The plow that broke the plains.