3 acessos
Do you see a flag, eye in eye with your end
Do you see a nation, in rivers of blood
Who decides to get to this world
Who decides where we are born
Do our anthems heal all wounds
We are breeding fire
In deadly dreams of another future
Of this undead culture
Do you listen when anyone cries
This a pool of lies
Do you feel it when anyone dies
Inhumanity's a hollow word
The dead in the thousands graves
Beaten by human hands
This is how it always ends
Every step you take
You´re feeding, you´re breeding
Hope becomes unholy
Until you run into your own death
Rotten to the soil
Of this goddamn earth
It tastes
Like a bitter poison
Were are crawling on our knees
Face to the ground
Slaves of progress don´t lock back
Cause of the razor blade
Always running in the same direction
Searching for blasphemic perfection
As i speak this words
My eyes starring hollow
I know i´ve begun to swallow
Bitter is the taste
Undying waste
In these moments i feel the poison
I know the cancer breeds in my heart
He infects my mind
I´m becoming everything i hate
Under this pressure we fade
I know i´m free
When i climb up
The hill of rotten corpses
That have been my brothers