slaves beyond death
thy art is murder
can you feel the pain hiding under your breath
can you feel the pain hiding under your breath
piles of pointless possessions
they smother all hope for serenity
the hunted find no seclusion
in a landscape constructed to crash
the final collection of wealth and worth
herds of servitude reduced to ash
all that is yours is but a waste
a life of selfishness and disgrace
existence that bears no weight
can you feel the pain hiding under your breath
can you feel the pain hiding under your breath
is now your fucking death sentence
is now your fucking death sentence
drawing out the lifeblood
salivating for the taste of treachery
the hunted find no seclusion
in a landscape constructed to crash
the final collection of wealth and worth
herds of servitude reduced to ash
all that is yours is but a waste
a life of selfishness and disgrace
existence that bears no weight
can you feel the pain hiding under your breath
can you feel the pain hiding under your breath