The Feeble minds of weakened creatures are quickly taken down Mechanic wires , plugged to their will There is serenity in following the greater with blank stares Yet their sick hearts still beat, and their bodies bleed So when the soul is lost to the call of a foreign entity Can there be hope for us? Are we meant to breathe?
O harvest the blood, to fuel the many Drones beaten and downed, forced to breeding Branded and controlled, the cattle is weeping Still and dispossessed, drained down lakes Go find a new fucking order
Bask in the glory of peace through control A cage for the body, A haven for souls Make us feel less, but then make us see all You cannot resist the calling of thralls
Bask in the glory of peace through control No place for the sinners, a world for the clean Make us feel less , but then make us see all you're lost in the mud, confused as you crawl
O harvest the blood, to fuel the many Drones beaten and downed, forced to breeding Branded and controlled, the cattle is weeping Still and dispossessed, drained down lakes
Bask in the glory of peace through control A cage for the body, A haven for souls Make us feel less, but then make us see all You cannot resist the calling of
Bask in the glory of peace through control No place for the sinners, a world for the clean Make us feel less , but then make us see all you're lost in the mud, confused as you
Thus destined to subjugation mankind finds it's firm goal Casting dark shadows, from former selves And set aside these mortal disputes , throw the feeble thoughts of sense away Embrace the reins
Resulting in stillness a prosperous place that was build in their image through blisters of a fallen race Wander through past, hasten to grasp, the memories fading Rest has come at lastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
