Flower - Heel Of The Next / Physical God (2023)

MP3 | 320 kbps CBR | 29,6 MB | Total running time: 8:34

01 - Heel Of The Next.mp3
02 - Physical God.mp3

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01 Heel Of The Next

It returns again, the wheel grinds on
Turning the trenches of a new dark dawn
Filled with the blood of wasted faith
You wade in… the current... awaits
A river of mire a path to death
Follower, dutifully at the heels of the next

Under the heel, under the sun, under the knife, under the thumb

An industrial farm that was our earth
Poisons our bodies, poisons the dirt
To blister in waste, leftover by man
Wilfully blinded to a well-crafted plan
He brings on the end, to welcome the fire
We beg for the rope as the flames climb higher

Under the heel, under the sun, under the knife, under the thumb

It returns again, the wheel grinds on
Turning the trenches of a new dark dawn
Filled with the blood of wasted faith
You wade in… the current... awaits
The greedy come first and the last will starve
In a world where humans are just moving parts
Reaper drones overhead
In the killing fields of history’s dead
Year of the pig
Year of the plague
Year of the spectacle
Year of the cage
Mass psychology weaponized
by the "best" minds of our time
A new feudalism… in our world condemned to die

Nothing holds nothing grows
Nothing happens, history kills

Under the heel, under the sun, under the knife, under the thumb

Someone to blame, as end draws near
Someone to hate, someone to fear
State of the art, a new disease
The modern day world will set you free


02 Physical God

Rejoice in the ranks of the proud and the few
Shrines of solitary constructed for you
Connections, once flames, now not even a spark
Eyes avoid gaze in the flickering dark
Ascending above to be set apart
On angel's wings, a blackened heart
Rising, to a pious view
Worshiping, that which only serves you

Idols of gold, melted made new, physical god, twisted into... you

Whose crown do you covet, whose head meets the block?
When the axe serves its purpose and the blood's been mopped
What value are riches, according to one
A whisper escaping, on unholy tongue

Idols of gold, melted made new, physical god, twisted into... you