Etiquette
A word of
Practiced elegance
A world of
Implied decadence
It's the place
Our morals left
When we look down
On those sifted as
Dirt
And claimed
There were
No diamonds
While we
Cultivate worth
Prey on progress
Drink the blood
Of the lamb
It cries to
Be nurtured
We did the
Best that we can
Determined to serve
And destined to starve
It's not our fault
We know just
What you are
It's our
Hard work
Sacrificial life
Return to the
Cutting room floor
While we
Sharpen
The knife
Stabbed out of kindness
Just think of the
Strife
We've endured
After
Sharing it now
And you
You complain
Of the wound
Ungrateful
Selfish cur
A great head
Devours the masses
Towers turn
To flesh
In reverence
For all those
Slaughtered
God's teeth
Will grind
The rest
Prey on progress
Drink the blood
Of the lamb
It cries to
Be nurtured
We did the
Best that we can
Laugh as they
Fade away
Watch their spirits
Dwindle down
Place your
Trust in us
Fall
Onto
Your hands
They look so weak
Broken and beaten
Rest
Rest and submit
We know
What's best
For you
No unity
Burial Joy - God's Teeth Lyrics
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English
Etiquette
A word of
Practiced elegance
A world of
Implied decadence
It's the place
Our morals left
When we look down
On those sifted as
Dirt
And claimed
There were
No diamonds
While we
Cultivate worth
Prey on progress
Drink the blood
Of the lamb
It cries to
Be nurtured
We did the
Best that we can
Determined to serve
And destined to starve
It's not our fault
We know just
What you are
It's our
Hard work
Sacrificial life
Return to the
Cutting room floor
While we
Sharpen
The knife
Stabbed out of kindness
Just think of the
Strife
We've endured
After
Sharing it now
And you
You complain
Of the wound
Ungrateful
Selfish cur
A great head
Devours the masses
Towers turn
To flesh
In reverence
For all those
Slaughtered
God's teeth
Will grind
The rest
Prey on progress
Drink the blood
Of the lamb
It cries to
Be nurtured
We did the
Best that we can
Laugh as they
Fade away
Watch their spirits
Dwindle down
Place your
Trust in us
Fall
Onto
Your hands
They look so weak
Broken and beaten
Rest
Rest and submit
We know
What's best
For you
No unity
A word of
Practiced elegance
A world of
Implied decadence
It's the place
Our morals left
When we look down
On those sifted as
Dirt
And claimed
There were
No diamonds
While we
Cultivate worth
Prey on progress
Drink the blood
Of the lamb
It cries to
Be nurtured
We did the
Best that we can
Determined to serve
And destined to starve
It's not our fault
We know just
What you are
It's our
Hard work
Sacrificial life
Return to the
Cutting room floor
While we
Sharpen
The knife
Stabbed out of kindness
Just think of the
Strife
We've endured
After
Sharing it now
And you
You complain
Of the wound
Ungrateful
Selfish cur
A great head
Devours the masses
Towers turn
To flesh
In reverence
For all those
Slaughtered
God's teeth
Will grind
The rest
Prey on progress
Drink the blood
Of the lamb
It cries to
Be nurtured
We did the
Best that we can
Laugh as they
Fade away
Watch their spirits
Dwindle down
Place your
Trust in us
Fall
Onto
Your hands
They look so weak
Broken and beaten
Rest
Rest and submit
We know
What's best
For you
No unity
Writer: Angelo Vaglica
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid