Children of the Corn Syrup Lyrics & Tabs by Fit for An Autopsy
Children of the Corn Syrup
guitar chords lyrics
Human nature is the enemy.
Reaper in tow,
Sickle in hand.
No gardens will grow,
On squandered land.
We are all dead growth
Reaping all that we have sown,
Rooted in our youth,
Buried with bones.
The secrets they keep,
They seep through the cracks in our homes.
Here lies our mother,
Born of this soil,
Once famous for her beauty
Left a rotting corpse.
Born of this soil,
Once famous for her beauty
Left a rotting corpse.
Here lies our father,
Born of this oil,
Forged in the flames
We burn with no remorse.
Instincts
Of the selfish
To pillage.
Nothing left to salvage,
Architects of destruction.
Instincts
Of the foolish
To follow
Liars as they ravage
The fruits of a fallen nation.
American desolation.
We only shit where we eat,
Licking the plate clean.
Such a modern convenience,
A four course meal
For anyone not listening.
Romantic dinners for two,
The parasites and you.
Human nature is the enemy.
Reaper in tow,
Sickle in hand.
No gardens will grow,
On squandered land.
We are all dead growth
Reaping what we have sown,
Rooted in our youth,
Buried with bones.
The secrets they keep,
They seep through the cracks in our homes.
Disgusting fucking human appetite,
Cultivating the lands of desolation.
Disgusting fucking human appetite,
Fear the end of your exploitations.
Disgusting fucking human appetite.
