Sanctity - Ancst

And as we feed our menial desires, the world around us falls to ashes

We remain in our huts made out of sweat and bone

While we turn to stone, we forget what we are, we expire

Freed from all that made sense, we vegetate, we’ve come to an end

Make your stupid assumptions, like the filth that we are, we’re the filth

Our treacherous progression, a history drenched in blood

What did we achieve?

Look at the state of this world

This is all a fucking joke

Out of the ashes, we might build a better world

No more deluded entities, taking back what is ours

Every ounce of blood that was shed would not have been lost to time

Our barren world is in decline