Their Beloved Absentee Lyrics & Chords By The Black Dahlia Murder

Αlpha-Ωmega— I am the Creator
Deemer of all that shall be
Hypothesis— human destruction: imminent
Transpiring accordingly

Αlpha-Ωmega— the Giver and Taker
The paradox of life and death
The world is my oyster— my powers, I bolster
I'll gamble 'til nothing is left

The human invention— created dissension
Disrupter of poor mother earth
For my sick entertainment, I’ll ring that ole rag
Squeezing her for what she’s worth

Lo and why they worship me...
Their beloved absentee
Not even as their god, can the answer, I find

Not just hands... but a will
Not just hearts... but could feel
With such weight, it's no wonder they've killed
Driven mad by the power I've instilled

With the hands to create
They could only unmake
With the potential to love
Man's emotion— soured by hate

Αlpha-Ωmega, the Broken and Breaker
I am the one, of law, bereft
How petty, their prayer
An annoyance— their voices
My goblet spills forth as I laugh

The human invention— evaded abortion
But’s damned himself before his birth
For my sick entertainment, I’ll lend not a nod
Gawking, from safety, in jovial mirth

Lo and why they worship me...
Their corrupted absentee
Though they’ve called me their god
There's no truth I can find

More than instinct... a fire
More than guts... a desire
With such a burden, it’s a shame they can’t deal
Gone insane from insatiable will

With the eyes to behold
They only wanted a lie
The potential to grow unrestrained
They cast a bullet, to promptly put straight through their brains

Humanity— a notion, poisoned... gone astray
Creatively paved—
Their ashen ways to early graves

Like the rats, they have raced
In an endless gluttony for pain
Oh, I know that it hurts
But your sadistic voyeur of a god is entertained

Like a high-heeled shoe
Crushing the praying mantis form
To the taking of life, I've been desensitized
By unending waves of unfathomable automated porn

Their life is a disease
I've created the damnedest of plagues
I await now their end with a most bated breath
Remorseless, I am, for the monster I have made

Humanity— a notion, poisoned... gone astray
Creatively paved—
Their ashen ways to early graves

Like the rats, they have raced
In an endless gluttony for pain
Oh, I know that it hurts
But your sadistic voyeur of a god is entertained