Letra de Slaves Beyond Death - Thy Art Is Murder

Slaves, slaves beyond death
Pain, can you feel the pain hiding under your breath
Slaves, slaves beyond death
Pain, can you feel the pain hiding under your breath

It never lets go, overwhelming suffering
Piles of pointless possessions
They smother all hope for serenity
The hunted find no seclusion
In a landscape constructed to crash
The final collection of wealth and worth
Herds of servitude reduced to ash

All that is yours is but a waste
A life of selfishness and disgrace
Time trials, failure recycles
Existence that bears no weight
Too fucking late, no hope for a world of

Slaves, slaves beyond death
Pain, can you feel the pain hiding under your breath
Slaves, slaves beyond death
Pain, can you feel the pain hiding under your breath

A life of no consequence, is now your fucking death sentence
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A life of no consequence, is now your fucking death sentence

It never lets go, the mouth of the leech
Drawing out the lifeblood
Salivating for the taste of treachery
The hunted find no seclusion
In a landscape constructed to crash
The final collection of wealth and worth
Herds of servitude reduced to ash

All that is yours is but a waste
A life of selfishness and disgrace
Time trials, failure recycles
Existence that bears no weight
Too fucking late, no hope for a world of

Slaves
Slaves, slaves beyond death
Slaves, slaves beyond death

Slaves, slaves beyond death
Pain, can you feel the pain hiding under your breath
Slaves, slaves beyond death
Pain, can you feel the pain hiding under your breath