The Killing Floor
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Until Morale Improves
04:14
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We're all just pawns
In a game that we were born to lose
Where those who make the laws can break all the rules
And play us for fools
Certain that no-one can hold them accountable
They serve the law to the letter
That and no further
Morally bankrupt in word and in deed
Faceless enforcers, servants of order
No-one is watching the watchmen
They do as they please
Do as they say (not as they do)
Learn to obey your masters
One rule for them (and another for you)
The beatings will continue...
No matter what you do
The cruelty is the point
There is no excuse
You have the right to stay silent
Meek and compliant
If you've nothing to hide then you've nothing to fear
Do as they say (not as they do)
Learn to obey your masters
One rule for them (and another for you)
The beatings will continue...
We've learned to love our shackles
And lick their boots with grateful tongues
Sycophantic soldiers of the static status quo
Programmed to preserve the social order they uphold
Their authority grants them immunity
From all consequence
That's how they keep their control
With their knees on our necks and their boots on our thoats
Laughing as they tighten the rope
Judged by the ignorant
Praised for their vigilance
No-one is innocent now
Do as they say (not as they do)
Learn to obey your masters
One rule for them (and another for you)
The beatings will continue...
Until morale improves!
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Man is just an animal
Driven by his basest instincts
The need to feed, the urge to breed, and multiply
Selfish and irrational, insatiable and cruel
We only care, for when and where
Our next meal will be due
But as demand increases
Supply must grow to meet it
We'll sacrifice the weakest
And let the market decide
Who should live and who should die
Tender is the flesh, sweeter is the marrow
Bitter is the taste of what we do to see tomorrow
Domesticated death, keeps the product pure
So will you be the butcher or the carcass?
We're all just cannibals
Consuming our own kind
Compulsive carnivores with only one thing on our minds
With automated appetites we keep our bellies full
We've seized the means of reproduction
Breeding cattle for the cull
From the cradle to the table
It's a necessary evil, we must accept
There's always money to be made
And mouths that must be fed
Grinding bones to make our bread
Tender is the flesh, sweeter is the marrow
Bitter is the taste of what we do to see tomorrow
Domesticated death, keeps the product pure
So will you be the butcher or, the carcass on the killing floor?
We are what we eat
Over and over the cycle repeats
One day you're the butcher
The next day you're just meat
Tender is the flesh, sweeter is the marrow
Bitter is the taste of what we do to see tomorrow
Domesticated death, keeps the product pure
So will you be the butcher or the carcass?
On the killing floor
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White Bear
05:46
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Abandon hope (who enters here)
This is the new golgotha
Which all men know to fear (and good men greet with horror)
This is the place where mercy dies
And anything is justified
The punishment exceeds the crime
But still we call it justice
Whip the mob into a frenzy, wind them up and let them loose
Peel away the tattered moral fabric to expose the ugly truth
That this is who we really are, beneath our civilised facade
Mindless masses, driven to madness, lusting for our pound of flesh
A public execution, live on every screen
Voyeuristic retribution, keeps our guilty conscience clean
Are you not satisfied? Are you not entertained?
By the public spectacle of our daily dose of hate
Hate - is a hideous ecstasy
Hate - of fear and depravity
Hate - our collective insanity
Moral panic, cruel and manic
Hate - is the absence of empathy
Hate - and the cause of our enmity
Hate, is a cage, for the mind
A public execution, live on every screen
Voyeuristic retribution, keeps our guilty conscience clean
Are you not satisfied? Are you not entertained?
By the public spectacle of our daily dose of hate
This is your daily dose of hate
White bear - no rest for the wicked, no peace for the damned
White bear - the mob is a beast, with blood on its hands
White bear - no mercy for those who show none themselves
White bear - we are all monsters now, and this is our hell
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Beyond Grace Nottingham, UK
Cerebral, crushing, cathartic Death Metal.
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