I’m still forgetting everything that I knew that would take me there Store up your treasures now I hope you're prepared Your gift to fuel your efforts searching for the promised land Fed and full and sated by the blood on your hands Offering your followers a wealth of milk and honey Raping congregations, pleading penance with their father's money Every man, woman, and child, dragged slowly in single file I'm a new bride defiled by the salt of your hand Does he watch as his land decomposes? Tend his flock as they piss in the roses? Sow the seeds in our filth and our bile? Chew the roots as we wither and smile? I waited patiently to find peace in that very hope For martyrdom interwoven through so many To rise in cherubic glee and take the bullet To spatter and stain every holiest name Plunged into this world in a vessel of sin A wilted heart embedded in porcelain skin My palace of decay behind Cheshire grin Your perfect piece of paradise is so paper thin Eternity with all of you? I'd kill myself again Your motives bury every word that you say A glimpse of heaven and you'd burn all of our bodies To light your way
Song Description:
"Rotting in Dirt" by Persecution Fetish is a haunting and intense song that delves into themes of corruption, manipulation, and false promises. The lyrics paint a bleak picture of a leader who preys on his followers, using their trust and resources to fulfill his own selfish desires. The imagery of decay and destruction is prevalent throughout the song, reflecting the toxic nature of the relationship between the leader and his followers. The chorus questions the morality of the leader's actions and the consequences of his greed, hinting at a sense of impending doom. Overall, "Rotting in Dirt" is a powerful and thought-provoking track that forces listeners to confront the darker aspects of human nature.
rotting in dirt - You or a Loved One Eading down the bones divulges their host I can still feel your shape in their ivory curve Dense and unflinching, guarding your heart From all but the erosion of time
rotting in dirt - Persecution Fetish I’m still forgetting everything that I knew that would take me there Store up your treasures now I hope you're prepared Your gift to fuel your efforts searching for the promised