The Justice of Gnashing Teeth

Chaotic voices scream in frantic tongues
A savage din reaching from primal dark
Red frothing rage consumes the hearts of man
As if ordained to kill by hateful hands

The shining city's lights confess its truth
The living ruins boast of myths disproved
Its gaudy glow can't hide its dark charade
Hungry torches for the next Crusade

Walking the worn path
Onward, oblivion, the oldest face of man
Inside, they all know
Onward, oblivion, the oldest face

Hatred
The reliable refrain
Raze the rags of civilization
All at once retreating
Tribal warfare thrives
In the ashes of the world

Walking the worn path
Cast away the chains of enlightenment
The truth for all to see
Onward, oblivion, the resting place of progress

Sacrifice your convictions
Dominate your cherished virtues

New skin stretched over faded leather
Old refrains survive generations
Their songs, we sing

We studied all their failures
And gasped at all their crimes
And centuries past the primal rage that lingers
Deep within our
Weaker moments
An ancient language
From a dark and twisted time
Still speaks its ageless violence
Vestigial tongues somehow survive

And now, where have they fled?
Bright-eyed champions of peace?
Gone are those better angels
Here we have familiar beasts
And now, where have they fled?
Here we have familiar beasts
And now, where have they fled?
Here we are familiar beasts

The justice of gnashing teeth

Chaotic voices scream in careful tongues
A savage din filtered through modern thought
Red frothing rage defines the worth of men
So gladly led to kill by nature's hand

Walking the worn path
Onward, oblivion, the oldest face of man
And everyone knows
Onward, oblivion, the oldest face

Sacrifice your convictions
Dominate your cherished virtues
Every era thinks that it is different
Until it sees
The broken bodies at its feet