Interpret:

Ministry

Album:

The Last Sucker

As the future unfolds in the end of days 
Judgment of our times in biblical ways 
Our man made gods, genocide is faith 
Idea warfare has been engaged 
Cannot trust your fellow man at all these days 
Sycophants out looking to get paid 
Images burned into my face 
Pangs of Distress salt my flesh to flay 


I constantly fear everything I see 
Blood is the fist of authority 
Pestilence is my rabid dog unchained 
Another road sign marks the end of days 
I disregard those who govern me 
I hate all of this treachery 
I numb my mind and try to walk away 
Toward the trail of tears and to the end of days 


Face down on pavement and drunk at the end of my days 
I hang from a noose that was made to slowly decay 
The pangs of distress salt my flesh to slowly flay 
Face down on pavement and drunk at the end of my days 
The end of days