This is track 1 on the EP Scrapes of an Enigmatic Nature.
Try to figure out the meaning of the song and post your guesses!
Title: Federation Cremation
Music/Lyrics by Scott Baker & Greg Murphy
Rot you men of law restricted,
Left to gaze at the Sacrasaints.
What little ground you've left untainted isn't worth wasting on your grave!
You've earned your burn
Not grafts where laboratorical productivity bubbles your marrow.
Insured under the care of fear,
What fictitious dereliction!
Torches crackle, Bunsen bargain!
Turn up the heat on these boxed up swill merchants.
Embalmed with the bile squirts they lived by.
Nostril hairs on end
With the stench of dead
And the lives they lead.
Torches crackle, Bunsen bargain.
Heaven Came for us with molten Berettas!
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