Chorus - Sins of the father, too dense to be rinsed off with water, the stench is too grim for the martyrs/ we inch little farther from God, authors of destruction, move citizens to the slaughter/
Sins of the father, too dense to be rinsed off with water, cleanse off the dead with the markers/, scatter seeds for the Rebirth, revered by the ether, heatseekers steered by the reaper/
Verse I - Embraced hands out the wastelands, got spraycans at the waist to deface landmarks then disintegrate/, snort it like starlight coke then vandalize Graceland/, frags at your playpen mags made of snake skin fragmented raybans black tinted raid vans/, you Zoom when I say when consumers will come to find the dark side of the moon was a spray tan/, I sense doom at the apex, dunes that are makeshift tombs, produced out of fake sand/ grew out the matrix, greul in my plate so cruel what to do when you ruled by the ancients/, consume the fume inhalation a man of, few mutilations a mutant of races/, in a room full of masons his muse is abusing erasers induced from a latex/ them wheels on the bus, they doned turned into meals on the truck been concealed by the rust/
Chorus - Sins of the father, too dense to be rinsed off with water, the stench is too grim for the martyrs/ we inch little farther from God, authors of destruction, move citizens to the slaughter/
Sins of the father, too dense to be rinsed off with water, cleanse off the dead with the markers/, scatter seeds for the Rebirth, revered by the ether, heatseekers steered by the reaper/
Verse II - Rotted teeth with a shoot first philosophy, rather die 'fore the first colonoscopy/, the inner sphere of a sinner's fear, image clear, projecting opposite ends of the thinnest mirror/, the wind is mere stealth dash my apprentice here hellstaff bound to spellcast every hemisphere/ ear for the speaker, tears for the weaker, check for the ketchup packets smeared on a t-shirt/, Hanford was the mold then deleted like caches, the hands were made of clones that excreted to the masses/, plant it right home leave the cleaning to the hazards, Stanford like dome MIT was there to master/, enDeared by the seeker of the final sequence, likened to the trident shiva in the eye of the deceiver/, tenderize demons that are found in the central mind of reason shut em down when you winterize the season/
Chorus - Sins of the father, too dense to be rinsed off with water, the stench is too grim for the martyrs/ we inch little farther from God, authors of destruction, move citizens to the slaughter/
Sins of the father, too dense to be rinsed off with water, cleanse off the dead with the markers/, scatter seeds for the Rebirth, revered by the ether, heatseekers steered by the reaper/
