I'm on top of the world And I see The pain from a thousand generations to be Like lambs to the slaughter Never free Echoes of fear swirling around me
I won't run or hide Nor apologize Accepting defeat Is so unlike me Often tried but never succeded I can't be hurt I believe in me I'll walk my way I'll
Open your eyes At least try to see what you are creating here? Tell me, do you really think That I can't see through this hypocrisy? What do you think
meat Necrastration Deformed dwarfs are juggling With separated heads Distorted, morbid onlookers Never more so glad Steaming pits of defecation Filled with corprophiliacs Copulating abominations A Gorefest
We all go down and I love every moment You played and lost and you don't even know it And every day breaks into a thousand pieces And the rats leave the
You are what you eat A pig you are crawling in your dirt Your mind is blank, your conscious black Living just to hurt, inherited by blood You are supremist
What's happening to society? Is personal gain the highest goal? Is important in today's life no control of your life? Mindless follower of rules Be anonymous
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End your life Are there reasons to go on? Pain won't hurt 'Cause you know you'll soon be gone Relatives will mourn 'Cause of the loss of one beloved
The final chapter's finished The curtain is about to fall Ending mediocre life Nothing to be proud of at all Thinking back now Despising yourself Feelings
Kinda alone With a friend called fear Locked up in a world That's called your life Talking to walls That close in on you Not able to run You are frozen
Clouds are covering the sky This will be my last goodbye Broken man, broken lands Time has come to make amends In this life, now filled with darkness
Thousand years of hate, like a hand that's choking you Forgotten how to breathe, killed a thousand men Died a thousand deaths in your sweet dreams In
Fool yourself but don't fool me I know what you are, no ideals but just an image A weak disguise of your mind A mind that is rotten, you're used to abuse
An ugly race, no identify A quest for change, your history Empty eyes, vacant mind I'll close the door, leave you behind All I see, fixed beauty You
I'd turn my back and walk away If I could save this world in one day I just do not feel the urge I am a servant, I am a serpent And I serve what you
Tell me what you're trying to say I ask you man to man Troubled visions, fucked up thoughts Which I can't understand So, you're a part of the master