Lurking in the shadows of the Gargantuan killing contraption The slaughter house floors are Permanently stained with the death of my species Bred of feces born to be Slaughtered for the deeds of the ruthless who precede me
The gears grind on As a chorus of young slain ones cries on and on (The dead children cry on and on)
Years of torment Gears of gore wreck Filthy blood sprays Muscles are frayed Corpse are left Dangling there To be bled dry While still alive Sanguinze the soon to be euthanasied
And as the animal gods summoned their army to scatter across the globe Only harvesting the ripest parts of the human clonestock Years of pollution has made the meat so tender Thorough the bloodshed and carnage I see an opening to escape
Flight or fight To run with all of my might I dare not look back at this gruesome sight All of my kind slaves to appetite
Basic little beings The finest breathing fruit To be pick and then juiced your life ends when we're willing To let you go You will not leave this life until your drained of your marrow A slave until your released With your final breath we leave you in pieces A species of great inconvenience
Running scared running blind Through the wasteland The stench of death snipping at my neck Anxiety tipping my heels I can feel death creeping up my spine (creeping up my spine)
All my friends and my family My government and society
Only the lies that reasons the ties Tries the allies we despised don't have white eyes they arise from the vice and the cries and their size they're choosing our rights well never be right so the guns cocked set in our sights
I wake up to see my captors standing over meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
