Swing The Axe - Fit For An Autopsy

Wish I had known that life lets you down

Wish I had known that everyone drowns

In a sewer just a puddle of swill and spit

And I can’t breathe (I can’t breathe)

Cause it all smells like bullshit

We came into this world pure and shining

And now we drag through the mud

Bitching and whining

As machines carry us to other machines

To churn the chemicals that kill everything

That was once serene

It falls on our heads

like the axe

Like the mortars

Like a righteous intervention

It falls on our heads

Like the rain

Like the pain

We’re the victims of ill intention

Denial and consumption

Poisoned by our own production

Tell me who do we blame

When the first turn up dead

And the children are born with disfigured heads

When the ground won’t produce

And the leaves don’t grow back

As the fires burn forever

In the lines of smoke stacks

Let the lights burn out

Squander the resources further

The droughts

Pretend they’ll be a solution as we drown in the swill and polution

Life is a cycle of sin and sorrow

All we know are the crims we commit

Life is a cycle of sin and sorrow

We made our bed

And now we’ll lie in it

We made our bed

And now we’ll lie in it

Are we so diluted in this septic tank

That we turn to plague and poison

Like a temporary savior

No whispers of healing

No help no warning

It falls on our heads

Like the axe

Like the mortars

Like a righteous intervention

It falls on our heads

Like the rain

Like the pain

We’re the victims of ill intention

It falls on our heads

The world is dead

Swing the axe, it falls on our heads

Swing the axe, it falls on our heads

The world is fucking dead