Death Factory - Exumer

Roll the dice and we pray, won’t tolerate the weak today

No concerns for living things, the sun turns black pendulum swings

Alone I stalk in the dark, passed out from the smoke

Final wish is here to stay, killing soldiers made of clay

Death factory

Suffer all your sons suffer 'til they’re dead and gone

Murder all you saints murder 'til you’re dead and gone

Life for a life if that’s your claim

None of you will be seen again

Frozen in time as we drain

The life blood out your fucking veins

Suffer all your sons murder all your saints

Roll the dice and we pray, won’t tolerate the weak today

No concerns for living things, the sun turns black pendulum swings

Death factory

Suffer all your sons suffer 'til they’re dead and gone

Murder all your saints murder 'til you’re dead and gone