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All Shall Perish

Our Own Grave

My ever waking contempt for our sick way of life steals from me any

Last hope for us as a species

To survive ourselves I watch us breed, I watch us drown in our oily

Seas of greed forever lost...

A time before the machine manufactured ideals pushed onus all day a

Few shall dictate as we fall

Disillusioned I tear away all the bullshit fed to me every day Choking

As I'm smothered in the media

Swarms of pressured thoughts distorted truths are your words for me

Manufactured ideals pushed

On us all a few shall decide as we all fall disillusioned I tear away

All the bullshit fed to me

Everyday our world stands on its last withering legs and I struggle to

Find a reason to care

For your pained screams are echoed in the laughter of those who seal

Our fate... they seal our fate

My ever waking contempt for our sick way of life steals from me any

Last hope for... Survival of us

As a species lost I watch us dig our grave our own fucking grave