Tactical Sekt
Tactical Sekt - Future Dead songtekst
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Instrument of pain in the hands of a tortured soul lamenting for his God Cut apart the sleeping child so cruel and unrelenting Took away the arrogance and replaced it with denial and bleeding hearts Inside a cell of bones a million miles apart No soul will survive the culling No one to be spared the falling down No polluted minds to spread disease Severed heads of innocence Cry alone your spirit black predestined strangle hold Fly on your own so far off track Impaled upon your throne You've seen all the crosses You've buried all the losses You've traded sides so many times You're now a victim of your own crimes No soul will survive the culling No one to be spared the falling down No polluted minds to spread disease Severed heads of innocence Wish away the raping blade cuts deep down to the bone Defenseless child your life is black your future dead on your own So scared of the dark and silence, Frightened by your shadow This perfection broken down to dust, So depleted oh so hollow. No soul will survive the culling No one to be spared the falling down No polluted minds to spread disease Severed heads of innocence No soul will survive the culling No one to be spared the falling down No polluted minds to spread disease Severed heads of innocence