Album: Aroma the Fragrance of Costly Worship
There's a cold east-wind a blowin', the season's startin' to change
A post-christian west embraces now it's close post-modern friend
The truth lies dead and buried, slain by ethics-relative
Justice is bought, Love is sold; who cares if God is dead
And the world waits...
Our pleasures are the standard by which we draw the line
As we sink into the deep abyss of a steep moral decline
Digital lies hack their way into our consciousness
We're a drugged, aborted, euthanized, deceived culture of death
And the world waits
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