Filthy Cloud

Take off high To fail so low Just Cattle on Death Row Don't be too proud to die Soil your Sand That's my Command I'm crawling in the Dust Emerging at dead End Your Blast glares my Face March on steal my Grace Dead Bodies in between The Landscape of a shameful Name I should be so proud In that filthy Cloud Unwanted dreadful Fate The Scar of a relentless Rate Fly above A dying Dove Disable Harmony You know that's our Fee My good Right To execute Above the dusty Heights New Blood will make you mute Your Nail in my Face Your Claim of Disgrace So clear is my Remorse So clearly pure so highly gross Fligh high take the Lie Shout out don't be shy A Martyr to endure Intoxicated sweet foul Lure Your Blast glares my Face March on steal my Grace Dead Bodies in between The Landscape of a shameful Name I should be so proud In that filthy Cloud So clear is my Remorse So clearly pure so highly gross