Slaughtered.
Repulsive Greed.
Fleeting Lives.
Enslaved, by mankind.
These walls, have been painted blood red
By the hands, of inhumanity.
Trying to crawl away, fighting for life.
Everyday is attempts to survive.
They can no longer revive.
Crucified by the hands,
of your children.
Born into this world,
of suffering.
A life of greed.
The choice of gluttony.
There is no empathy.
For the lives enslaved by mankind.
Take a step back and look what you’ve done.
This crime has lasted for lifetimes.
The blood is on our hands.
All the lives that have been lost.
Violated by human sickness.
You are the caged existence.
Ripped from your mothers side.
You’ve been left abandon.
Just a product of human consumption.
We are the cause of extinction.
Death.
At the end of the day, there’s a choice you must make.
Or lives will continue to wither away.
Murder.
Ripped from your mothers side.
You’ve been left abandon.
Just a product of human consumption.
We are the cause of extinction.
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Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego