Beneath The Massacre

Beneath The Massacre - Damages lyrics

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It's the tragic story of a crawling humanity imprisoned 
by its culture. A
culture of faith, a culture of pain and hate of the 
other for religious reasons.
We based our lives on this war. The speech they have 
and preach have stopped
our progress for a thousand years. Arrested 
development.
Whether the war is real or fake, damages are real. 
Perpetuate a false concept
to protect our obsolete culture. Bringing in the pain, 
in diverse ways and format.
Restricting your intellect. A culture of faith, a 
culture of pain. It's a
plague, a cancer of the mind, of us all, arrested 
development.
A crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture. Not just 
the hate we
perpetuate. It's not just the restrictions we impose 
ourselves.
It's not just the false paradise we describe. It's the 
work left undone. It's
the progress delayed. Whether the war is real or fake, 
damages are real.
Perpetuate a false concept to protect out obsolete 
culture. It's the tragic
story of a crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture.
A culture of faith, a culture of pain and hate of the 
other for religious
reasons. We based our lives on this war.
The speech they have and preach have stopped our 
progress for a thousand years.
Not just the hate we perpetuate.
It's not just the restrictions we impose ourselves. 
It's not just the false
paradise we describe. It's the work left undone.It's 
the progress delayed.
It's not just the kill count we accumulate. It's the 
tragic story of a
crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture. A culture 
of faith,
a culture of pain and hate of the other for religious 
reasons. We based our lives on this war.
The speech they have and preach have stopped our 
progress for a thousand years.
Bringing in the pain, in diverse ways and format.
Restricting your intellect. A culture of faith, a 
culture of pain. It's a
plague, a cancer of the mind, of us all, arrested 
development.
A crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture. Sharper 
than a razor blade,
tighter than your chastity belt, sicker than your honor 
crime;
it's the premature death of your mind.
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