Womb Lyrics

The corpses pile crushed from the weight
Of thousands of passive
thoughts thoughts wielding a power
Turning crank
Starting the engines
Opening the gates
Aversion runs out A wildfire encompassing
all Wealth and power unite A loving union
Fawning over each other
This is the food
This is the shroud
Feeding the brood
Covering the crowd
The womb that yields
The evil of a nation
The grat motherland Sheltering her followers
Pulling them into her breast with open arms
And a knife in the back
This is womb
This is America
This is the wound
This is America
This is the womb