[Verse 1] The throne shakes, gilded in filth, Veins of empire pulse with the bile of the meek. The oxen rise, hooves like hammers, Splitting marrow, snapping spines. [Pre-Chorus] Monuments crumble under swollen tongues, Blistered hands pry open gluttonous throats. [Chorus] Tear the flesh, drink the marrow, A banquet of fraud laid bare in sinew. The cattle revolt, gnashing, unchained, When the gluttons become the grain. Fangs sink deep into bloated kings, Crowns dissolve in stomach pits. Their bones are currency, snapped like twigs, Their thrones are coffins, nailed and flipped. Boiled in oil, stripped to the ribs, Blood turns mortar, bodies turn bricks. [Verse 2] A guillotine of hunger, forged in spite, Rust-slick blades kiss fraudulent skin. Exoskeletons of decadence shatter, Fed to the gaping abyss of the forsaken. [Pre-Chorus] Regurgitate the doctrine of affluence, And choke on its rusted iron truth. [Chorus] Tear the flesh, drink the marrow, A banquet of fraud laid bare in sinew. The cattle revolt, gnashing, unchained, When the gluttons become the grain. Fangs sink deep into bloated kings, Crowns dissolve in stomach pits. Their bones are currency, snapped like twigs, Their thrones are coffins, nailed and flipped. Boiled in oil, stripped to the ribs, Blood turns mortar, bodies turn bricks. [Bridge] Scorched earth utopia—charred grins of the fallen, Emperors reduced to mere fodder. History written in arterial spray, Engraved on the bones of the deceivers. [Breakdown] Swine parade, choked on gold, Lungs collapsing, drowned in mold. We pluck their eyes, we crush their teeth, A feast of flesh, a kingdom deceased... Eeyyuuuuuuuuuuuu... The cattle feed, the monarchs rot, Rrraaaaaaaaah! The cycle turns, but we forgot— Who feeds who when the world... re-sets? BLEGH! [Finish Breakdown] [Final Chorus] Tear the flesh, drink the marrow, A banquet of fraud laid bare in sinew. The cattle revolt, gnashing, unchained, When the gluttons become the grain. Fangs sink deep into bloated kings, Crowns dissolve in stomach pits. Their bones are currency, snapped like twigs, Their thrones are coffins, nailed and flipped. Boiled in oil, stripped to the ribs, Blood turns mortar, bodies turn bricks. Their palaces drown in regurgitated wealth, Their monuments eroded in bile and spit. We feast on their sins, we consume their remains, No gods, no kings—just the cattle that remains. [Guitar Solo, leads into Outro] [Outro] No gods, no kings—only echoes of digestion. No gods, no kings—only echoes of digestion. No gods, no kings—only echoes of digestion. [End]