Bay Of Pigs - The Acacia Strain

I am the twenty-first century Jim Jones

I am the dog that told the son of Sam to kill

I will set set the fires that make the ocean burn

I am the one who will poison the world

Some day you’ll thank me

We are wormwood

And I’m the mourning star

Dead bodies as far as the eye can see

I look to the gallows

My mother begins to cry

I spit upon the crowds

You’re all gonna fucking die

We are the kings and queens of tragedy

We are the brothers and sisters dependant on the pigs of humanity

Just because you’re breathing, doesn’t mean that you’re alive

Just because you’re human, doesn’t mean you have to die

Just because you’re breathing, doesn’t mean that you’re alive

Just because you’re human, doesn’t mean you have to die

Your heart is a fucking liar

Dead weight of the fucking world

We are oblivion

We are oblivious

Just because you’re breathing, doesn’t mean that you’re alive

Just because you’re human, doesn’t mean you have to die

Just because you’re breathing, doesn’t mean that you’re alive

Just because you’re human, doesn’t mean you have to die

As we drown in doom

No one is coming back for you

As we drown in doom

No one is coming back for you