The Mower - Halford

Hell brawl, a landscape of the bones

Still filled with no remorse

Such pickings for the crow

Who dances on a throne?

The mover

Let perish be the world

The culling of the heard

And end is what we seek

Suspended disbelief

Abominations grief

The sea of evolution

Our world of destitution

No light, no air, no light, no air, no exit

Excruciating pain

Demoralized again

The wrecking has begun

The sickening undone

No light, no air, no light, no air, no exit

For witness had its way

Death sentence comes today

So struggle at the brink

It’s time to be extinct

Upon a broken back

Hear every bone go crack

A gutless withered flesh

Led forward on its leash

Flat line in the abyss

Where nightmares reminisce

No air, no light, no exit

No air, no light, no exit

The confrontations rest

No air no light no exit

Flat line in the abyss

No air, no light, no exit