Uploaded March 2019 | Updated September 2026, 4 minutes ago
"The Impure" is the third track from the album 'The Blvck Sun || The Blood Moon' - out now on Outerloop Records.
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Born to fail, born to devour. The construct of life, infecting this world with pestilent creatures, inciting hatred within the populace.
Feeding the broken with the blessing of subservience, I bring salvation for I am the shepherd. Create temptation that will leave you broken now.
Open the gates.
The cattle’s here, give them arms, ship them off. They have no idea they are misguided slaves, blinded by greed with collars blood red. Look and believe, the lies they’re fed now.
The innocent won’t get the chance. They will be used as nourishment, to feed the machine again and again.
Swine, look what you have become. Another tool for my darkened design. Processed and distributed, only to be recycled for mankind.
The impurity, corrupting from the inside, you’ll never be at peace under my broken wing.
Keep thinking you will live, so comfortably as you pray for your life.
So sleep, under the shield of a broken idol. Just wait patiently for the day that I will call upon you.
But you remain, the innocent in the machine.
Do you see now, your pseudo existence?
War, unholy war, prove your worth.
Feeding the broken, with the blessing of subservience, I bring salvation for I am the shepherd, inciting hatred within the populace.
"The Impure" is the third track from the album 'The Blvck Sun || The Blood Moon' - out now on Outerloop Records.
BUY/STREAM: http://found.ee/TBSTBM
MERCH: https://found.ee/awipmerch
FACEBOOK: facebook.com/awipnyc
INSTAGRAM: instagram.com/awipnyc
TWITTER: twitter.com/awipnyc
Born to fail, born to devour. The construct of life, infecting this world with pestilent creatures, inciting hatred within the populace.
Feeding the broken with the blessing of subservience, I bring salvation for I am the shepherd. Create temptation that will leave you broken now.
Open the gates.
The cattle’s here, give them arms, ship them off. They have no idea they are misguided slaves, blinded by greed with collars blood red. Look and believe, the lies they’re fed now.
The innocent won’t get the chance. They will be used as nourishment, to feed the machine again and again.
Swine, look what you have become. Another tool for my darkened design. Processed and distributed, only to be recycled for mankind.
The impurity, corrupting from the inside, you’ll never be at peace under my broken wing.
Keep thinking you will live, so comfortably as you pray for your life.
So sleep, under the shield of a broken idol. Just wait patiently for the day that I will call upon you.
But you remain, the innocent in the machine.
Do you see now, your pseudo existence?
War, unholy war, prove your worth.
Feeding the broken, with the blessing of subservience, I bring salvation for I am the shepherd, inciting hatred within the populace.
