The Mower – HalfordBy Hell brawl a landscape of the corpseStill filled with no remorseSuch pickings for the crowWho dances on a throne?The MoverLet perish be the wordThe culling of the herdAnd end is what we seekSuspended disbeliefAbominations griefThe sea of evilutionOur world of destitutionNo light, no air, no light, no air, no exitExcruciating painDemoralized againThe wrecking has begunThe sickening undoneNo light, no air, no light, no air, no exitFor witness had its wayDeath sentence comes todaySo struggle at the brinkIt’s time to be extinctUpon a broken backHear every bone go crackA gutless withered fleshLed forward on its leashFlat line in the abyssWhere nightmares reminisceNo air, no light, no exitNo air, no light, no exitThe confrontations restNo air no light no exitFlat line in the abyssNo air, no light, no exit www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20