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• Artiste: Thy Art Is Murder
• Titre: Slaves Beyond Death
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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 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