Beneath The Massacre Lyrics
4. Regurgitated Lullaby For The Born Dead
Prowling along the edge of misery Suffocating on hope of better days Questioning minds fed With the myth of opportunity Born-dead: Death at birth Unwanted: Still essential Exploited: As they want Born-Dead: But shall rise Destiny chosen by fortunate ones, wounded for life Can't become a master when you're born slave Slavery for the shut mouths Mortification for majority So that masters Keep sleeping in Their castles built of gold A child's dream, nothing but dreams, Will soon start to burn and turn to ashes. The production equation doesn't bring wealth For everyone, a thing to benefit the fortunate Ones/empowered ones. Awake the born dead.
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