Serpentine Media Lyrics

Time for the Serpent to die, 'I repent, I regret!', did
he cry, Time for this 'leader's' demise, Oh, what pain in
his name should we drive. We've not the days to raise the
weak in will Dense carcass seas in a land faming atrocity
No need for prophets when even the priest packs heat Now
turn short hours and I wonder whose god might know Snakes
that twist In rotting mouths Grafted media sensation Of the same f*cking temptations We've not the days to raise
the weak in will Dense carcass seas in a land faming
atrocity No need for prophets when even the priest packs
heat Now turn short hours and I wonder whose god might
know Snakes that twist In rotting mouths Grafted media
sensation Of the same f*cking temptations Media's spine,
it's our lifeline Media's spine, it's our timeline

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