Slaves Beyond Death - Thy Art Is Murder

Slaves, slaves beyond death

Pain, can you feel the pain hiding under your breath

Slaves, slaves beyond death

Pain, can you feel the pain hiding under your breath

It never lets go, overwhelming suffering

Piles of pointless possessions

They smother all hope for serenity

The hunted find no seclusion

In a landscape constructed to crash

The final collection of wealth and worth

Herds of servitude reduced to ash

All that is yours is but a waste

A life of selfishness and disgrace

Time trials, failure recycles

Existence that bears no weight

Too fucking late, no hope for a world of

Slaves, slaves beyond death

Pain, can you feel the pain hiding under your breath

Slaves, slaves beyond death

Pain, can you feel the pain hiding under your breath

A life of no consequence, is now your fucking death sentence

It never lets go, the mouth of the leech

Drawing out the lifeblood

Salivating for the taste of treachery

The hunted find no seclusion

In a landscape constructed to crash

The final collection of wealth and worth

Herds of servitude reduced to ash

All that is yours is but a waste

A life of selfishness and disgrace

Time trials, failure recycles

Existence that bears no weight

Too fucking late, no hope for a world of slaves

Slaves, slaves beyond death

Slaves, slaves beyond death

Slaves, slaves beyond death

Pain, can you feel the pain hiding under your breath

Slaves, slaves beyond death

Pain, can you feel the pain hiding under your breath