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Sonus Mortis - Hold This Mortal Coil

Hold This Mortal Coil

Hold This Mortal Coil

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Pierce the flesh of progress.
The bland skin is set.
Dreams are all identical.
The price it seems is death.

Dull the tones of culture.
Expression's a threat.
Automate the flow of compressed drones.
Mould the beating heart of sheep.

But they'll still try the cake.
And they'll still taste the wine.

There is profit in poverty.
Closed off the path towards liberty.
The rewards for all have been converted
to benefit a select few.

Blind they follow authority.
Even worse look at the apathy.
We the majority, a vocal minority.
The rewards for all are for a few.

Fake policies.
Fake sympathy.

It's a game of cards they play.
We have traded in the aces, jacks, kings and queens
for a bit of artificial stability.
For a bit of generational insanity.

For a bit of life.

Deathly future visions.
Selfish cell divisions.
The perfect conditions.
Hell has finally risen.

A scorched Earth in pain.

Threat severity increased security.
Our borders lost from freedom's lust.
The right to privacy, freedom of assembly.
All truth is lost. All hope is lost.

Earths soil soaked skin has been trampled from within.
Drained to its core. Can't take it anymore.
I've seen your fears. I've seen your tears.
I've seen your dreams as I was once
human.

I was once human.
I was once...

The city of sin grows larger.
Gaze upon stone streets, dead flowers.
The city of sin grows larger.
Tossed out on streets, to sleep, to beg,
to suffer.

No inclination, no goals, no nation.
Just sheep herded democrats.
So stand to witness this preservation.
They sold us out to rats.

No condemnation, no goals, no nation.
We rot in tainted soil.
So stand to witness this revolution.
Just hold this mortal coil.

Just hold this mortal coil until you fall.

Into the grave, into the dust.
Into the dirt, I lust.
Into the grave, into the dust.
Into the dirt, I lust.

Untouchable agents of state, silence the voices
by slotting them into the grand design.
A playground for the rich creating chaos, disorder
through war games and discord where
Death will spend his endless time.

 

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