A Filthy Addiction - The Crimson Armada

«I burned in the Garden of Paradise.»

A lifetime of disbelief is now shackled by its throat

For he never turned unto the gates but burned it down with earth

He ingests his wealth, contemplates the drain, his emerald soul

His grave will sleep warm of opulent eyeballs

And at the summoning grounds is the reunion where abundance is abound

Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals

And so began:

A filthy addiction

The price on life had begun to substitute

Thus he verbalized for every sad inhuman worth

Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals

And so began:

A filthy addiction

The price on life had begun to substitute

And so commenced the sick unholy glowing green addiction

Thy thirst to strip the forest keeps the world in cold affliction

Sunk its leaves of sustenance, drilling holes in all his teeth

Locked the spoils in their place

«Carry your grin between your greed»

Infinitely basking, is his chest displaced with gold?

The mountains have not piled yet, must he slit a robins throat?

The years will multiply and yet he never feels content with himself and now he

turns to burn the garden of paradise

Nothing saves

Behold there is no gold that saves your soul

To quantify salvation is to be unborn

There is no price on life to be paid

Every man is his own savior

His basking is now met with an unfortunate realization

Of his heart solid gold failed on the stretchers congression

And so it had ended

Echoed forever, a filthy addiction