歌詞

The board is set, the pawns furcate

Can you taste

Can you relish our guts from a distance?

Machines don't dream but obey

They handle us like a fraction displayed on the screen

A contradictory abruption of green

Inherited merciless genes

Those pathetic little factories

Turned us into mindless, brainless

Soulless receivers

From the cradle to the grave

We were raised to be

Eaten by the war pigs

Brain-dead

We ended up in this abattoir

Follow the horde

Follow the shepherd

They say the pen is mightier than the sword

While the pen glorifies the use of it

Tainted sanctuary

Cursed victory

Instilled a twisted history

Get on your knees and keep chopping your soul

For this blood-soaked peace

Burn

Burn the witches

Divide and conquer

Burn

We're the martyrs

Of this cadaver-fueled contraption

From the cradle to the grave

We were raised to be

Eaten by the war pigs

The board is set, the pawns furcate

Can you taste

Can you relish our guts from a distance?

The knives I placed into my brothers

Bestowed by gold-grabbers

Gathered in their masses

Gathered in their fucking masses

When dreams turn to putrid flesh

They grow fat above ten million deaths

The seed of war grew tall

And bore strange fruits

Above ten million deaths