Lyrics:

Spine of silk and eggshell thin
Pity the bleeder, bruised and palsied prince
The shameless desperate
Mourn the cherished in ruins, yes our
Once great
Irresolute and forlorn
Time to
Destroy
Want to see it burn
Torn down

How can my nation be saved?
Pray, weep for this age
Futurescape, future-ape
Seems it leans to the last days
Is tomorrow born still?
Is judgment His will?
Or can we be healed?
Separate
Church and this present state
He will
Destroy
We'll see it burn
Torn down

(Anna thema)
I hear you whisper at the gate
Union in hell not far away
(Anna thema)
Sheol ways require a wage
A nation harvests its portion

Automolech they sing
A nation embracing and praising
Its sin disease
Time this scattered few
Took the lead
Bring the jawbone to the Philistines
Want to see it burn
Torn down
Want to see it burn down
Torn

(Anna thema)
I hear you screaming at the gate
Union in hell not far away
(Anna thema)
Sheol ways require a wage
A nation harvests its portion