No science proves the chalice of mankindnso drink up drink upnThe bitter lust of man gargle and spit your black vomitnSpit your black vomitnnConsume the whisper that sounds of cracking whipsndo you distort your eyes?nThe sin stains your fleshnnRisento a new day of wreckoningna new day of religious complacencynnConsume the whispers that sounds of cracking whipsnnI feel the emptiness of thought swallow me wholenAnd I let it drag us down but now I see a lightnnthrough the ashes of mankindnas bitter as the snakesnso holy you hold yourself above the gatesnwithout a glimpse of your soul nyour left to waste awaynnNo science proves the chalice of mankind so drink up drink upnThe bitter lust of man gargle and spit your black vomitnnblack vomit nblack vomitnnYour left to waste awaynYour left to waste away