The skies turn red the children cry
O nation of the blind
Your home is the slaughterhouse
All of god's creatures born to die
All of god's creatures born to die
The lion's bowels, the serpent's tongue
Oh elder whitnes is too young
Cruel beauty the odor of death
All of god's creatures born to die
All of god's creatures born to die
The darkness of disease
The fire of frustration
My prophecies are not of the healing kind
All of god's creatures born to die
All of god's creatures born to die
Why why the river keept on turning
Tell me why, why is it so
Cruel beauty
The odor of death can wait
Tomorow’s gonna be too late
Please dont faith
All of god's creatures born to die
All of god's creatures born to die
Why why tell my why is it so
Tell me why, why is it so
O nation of the blind
Your home is the slaughterhouse
All of god's creatures born to die
All of god's creatures born to die
The lion's bowels, the serpent's tongue
Oh elder whitnes is too young
Cruel beauty the odor of death
All of god's creatures born to die
All of god's creatures born to die
The darkness of disease
The fire of frustration
My prophecies are not of the healing kind
All of god's creatures born to die
All of god's creatures born to die
Why why the river keept on turning
Tell me why, why is it so
Cruel beauty
The odor of death can wait
Tomorow’s gonna be too late
Please dont faith
All of god's creatures born to die
All of god's creatures born to die
Why why tell my why is it so
Tell me why, why is it so