Damages - Beneath The Massacre

It’s the tragic story of a crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture.

A

Culture of faith, a culture of pain and hate of the other for religious reasons

We based our lives on this war.

The speech they have and preach have stopped

Our progress for a thousand years.

Arrested development

Whether the war is real or fake, damages are real.

Perpetuate a false concept

To protect our obsolete culture.

Bringing in the pain, in diverse ways and

format

Restricting your intellect.

A culture of faith, a culture of pain.

It’s a

Plague, a cancer of the mind, of us all, arrested development

A crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture.

Not just the hate we

Perpetuate.

It’s not just the restrictions we impose ourselves

It’s not just the false paradise we describe.

It’s the work left undone.

It’s

The progress delayed.

Whether the war is real or fake, damages are real

Perpetuate a false concept to protect out obsolete culture.

It’s the tragic

Story of a crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture

A culture of faith, a culture of pain and hate of the other for religious

Reasons.

We based our lives on this war

The speech they have and preach have stopped our progress for a thousand years

Not just the hate we perpetuate

It’s not just the restrictions we impose ourselves.

It’s not just the false

Paradise we describe.

It’s the work left undone.

It's the progress delayed

It’s not just the kill count we accumulate.

It’s the tragic story of a

Crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture.

A culture of faith

A culture of pain and hate of the other for religious reasons.

We based our

lives on this war

The speech they have and preach have stopped our progress for a thousand years

Bringing in the pain, in diverse ways and format

Restricting your intellect.

A culture of faith, a culture of pain.

It’s a

Plague, a cancer of the mind, of us all, arrested development

A crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture.

Sharper than a razor blade

Tighter than your chastity belt, sicker than your honor crime;

It’s the premature death of your mind