Texty písní Beneath the Massacre

Beneath the Massacre

Designed To Strangle

Morbid globetrotters

With invisible hands designed to strangle

Invisible hands designed to strangle

This is my fatalist vision

I hate to admit

Let it die.

Let it blow up in our face

We failed to prevail and now all there is...

Let it die.

The stench of death, across the earth

Global standardization of our ways to suffer

Breeding a new kind of soldier and consumer

"This is not enslavement, it's a great opportunity"

And human misery is not an obstacle

A profit at what cost?

Another death, another kill

The stench of death, across the earth

The stench of death, across the earth

Another death, another kill

"You were predisposed to accept this gift we're offering,

now don't pass up on this offer cause the market won't give you any second

chances."

This is my fatalist vision

I hate to admit

Let it die.

Let it blow up in our face

We failed to prevail and now all there is...

Let it die.

The stench of death, across the earth

We failed to prevail...

The stench of death, across the earth

Another death, another kill