Kneel - Ion Dissonance

Weeding out societies weakest in attempts to cure

The disease which we are fed, forcefully down our throats

I seek absolution for these sins unwritten

Any who stand in my way, shall be subjected to torn ligaments and limbs ripped

from their sockets

For no pity shall be handed down to the feeble

Human nature seals our fates by leading us down a path of destruction;

I have just merely sped up the process

To wash away indecency, re-write who we are

Weeding out societies weakest in attempts to cure

The disease which we are fed, forcefully down our throats

I seek absolution for these sins unwritten."

(«Son? Why are you explaining all this to me?»)

«Well I never had much use for religion

I merely needed someone to listen

Father witness (the) decline of decaying culture

You’ve, sealed your fate, sealed your doom»