Synthetic, Organic Gods - Weapons of Genocide

Transcendence into void. Mind corruption.
I serve thee, death on a silver plate. Raise your glass.
Your children will pick up your tab. Black nectar eases the pain.

Gifts from the new world, endless pleasure.
Vile obedient whores, drastic measures.

Hazed, clouded reason, offspring's final breath...
Addicted. Imprisoned. Finance your own death!
Black stench through centuries
Herds are destined to rot!
Inject and smoke your destiny, synthetic, organic Gods.
Drink and snort your destiny, synthetic, organic Gods.

Resurrection through the needle. You'll feel divine.
Pleasure at your finger tips, this is your God.
Hidden hand will feed you, let go of pain.
Death, from a flower's tender kiss; your days are numbered.

Black stench through centuries
Herds are destined to rot!
Inject and smoke your destiny, synthetic, organic Gods!
Drink and snort your destiny, synthetic, organic Gods!

I serve thee a cure for disease! Your offspring will pay.
The gift of bodily pleasures, black dagger between your ribs.
Gifts from the new world, endless pleasure.
Vile obedient whores, drastic measures.