Barbed wire mothers milk Congealing blood for wine Reality rots away Cacophony of lamenting souls Baying the hounds of war Pestilence for a cure
All are born to eternal war Children with bloodied hands Murderous indoctrination Innocence bears no relevance Birth is just a pretext of dying
We are usurpers of our own humanity This is our creation, this is our creation We are enslaved to this godless machine This is our creation, this is our oblivion
One by one we get in line Asking why is anathema Free thought an affliction Indoctrinate medicate Spreading like rats Cancer of the world
We are usurpers of our own humanity This is our creation, this is our creation We are enslaved to this godless machine This is our creation, this is our oblivion
Dead skin, heart stings braided tout Angry eyes, smiles of rust and ichors Noxious fume, breathe you bastard children Dead air, dead things, blood of tar Vermin’s creed in the shadow of a god Hypocrisy, hysteria, system of corruption Benediction of evil, sins forgotten Virtue of lunacy, praise of stupidity Just conduits of the great machine Stay in line, do not deviate Eyes forward, progress is key Do not ask, do not feel, do not question, do not think Come on take your share It’s your turn to stab your brother in the back Welcome to the madness, take your mask Smile at god, wash away your sanity
We are usurpers of our own humanity This is our creation this is our creation We are enslaved to this godless machine This is our creation, this is our oblivionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
