Souls are crying in a brokenly voice
They never saw the light
Expelled from their earthly mortal remains
Their birth was the end
Tired of fighting their body now rests
And they wish they could be
In the place of the unborn
Place of the unborn
Place of the unborn
The blade is cutting into your flesh
Society is tearing you apart
Well devised human machine
You may serve it but you cannot beat it
The blade is cutting into your flesh
Society is tearing you apart
Well devised human machine
You may serve it but you cannot beat it
The living dead recovering from a dream
You lived hell on earth
The only thing that falls to your share
Is massive vivisection
The beads are slowly peeling
Through your life's clock
Your gethsemane is not facilitated by anyone
Not facilitated by anyone
Not facilitated by anyone
The blade is cutting into your flesh
Society is tearing you apart
Well devised human machine
You may serve it but you cannot beat it
The blade is cutting into your flesh
Society is tearing you apart
Well devised human machine
You may serve it but you cannot beat it
