How good has it felt to fall in line ?
To blur your sight ?
To sell your mind ?
To lay down your arms WITHOUT A FIGHT ?
In front of the cult you glorify
You feed the flames, you praise your chains
What you’re headed to is just a self-made hell
Maybe you were meant to live enchained
To a false promise of clearer days and better ways
Sometimes life is hard enough
So bless the cut-throat
Your final breakdown is ONE STEP AWAY
You say, you dig anything, everything
You never cared or worried about your misery
So dig your hole and perish inside the walls you fucking built
Can’t escape from the pain of life repressed
Fuck the corporate masses
But now I’m relieved
- No Peace For The Wicked
- Breathing Fire
- Beat The Odds
- The Cost Of Denial
- Lifelong Grievers