lyrics
Complaints, weakest of minds,
forever trapped in the demons abode,
they roll they play to the script of the end,
never mind the cause, or the reasons foretold
The patron- hates the hero,
the coward-loves the thief,
the multi struggle and endeavor,
perplexing, patient, guinea pigs,
soldier on, never restrain,
turn a blind eye, raising,
always in flames, bastard cries,
weapons of thrust, downward sigh,
in a valley of cold, day turns black,
as a rhythm persists, we're left to die,
contrivance clones, a structure lies,
beneath the wing, barbaric tests,
on the humans inflict.
credits
from
I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream,
released November 29, 2012
John Roche - Guitars and Bass: Gama Bomb ex Slave Zero
Eoin Broughal- Vocals: Cold War ex Warpath
Kevin Talley - Drums: Six Feet Under ex Dying Fetus
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