Vulture Industries
Blood Don’t Flow Streamlined
I shook the devils left hand
Felt his breath down my back
Gazed upon the dying gardens of Eden
Turned and took my own path
Have you never wondered whether your morality
Is a product of the past?
A defunct and long outdated ancient artifact
Long the shadows you cast Folly clings to the past
Man's deception is vast

I bear no demons with pride
Though their existence I acknowledge
We are all bastard sons of gods and devils
Glorious and vile
I bear no demons with pride
Though I acknowledge them as mine

I've felt the price of containment
Paid what's due for my lies
Cursed both God, self, and devil
Stared through strained, bloodshot eyes
Have you never questioned whether your morality
Is a product of the past?
A defunct and long outdated ancient artifact
Long the shadows you cast
Folly clings to the past, man's deception is vast
I am a sinner and a saint
Both gods and devils will attend my wake
Am I a beast? Am I impure?
Tell me mother, how much must I endure?

I bear no demons with pride
Though their existence I acknowledge
We are all bastard sons of gods and devils
Glorious and vile
I bear no demons with pride
Though I acknowledge them as mine

If in blood flows the essence of mankind
Then blood, don't flow streamlined