The Acacia Strain - Bitter Pill

Your silver tongue has turned to shit
As time passes on you will wither with it
These are the days you will never get back
You're fucking trapped

We exist inside a wasteland
Rolling fields of agony
Bodies hanging lifeless
In a forest of dying trees
The last great disciple of the human race
Slipping through the cracks of time and space

Your sadness sweeter than a rose
I'll watch you decompose
Paid the final cost

I am the butcher Everything I see I kill
You have no immediate future
Swallow sorrow's bitter pill

I am the butcher
Everything I see I kill
You have no immediate future
Swallow sorrow's bitter pill

The future isn't open, it's bleak and fucking empty
Keep crying to your god, he's the one who fucking sent me

Unholy left hand, the prophet of doom
Save your tears, you'll need them soon
Cower undercover face the fire as a coward
You will be the first, the most deliciously devoured