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, futurape 
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... 

anna thema 
i hear you whisper(screaming) 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, praising 
its sin disease 
time this scaterd few 
took the lead 
bring the jawbone to the philistines