DevilSpeak - Violently Leading The Blind

Fools to the beat of a thousand drums thunder
Like a swarm to the already cursed crop
The toll of the victims a thousand times stronger
Enforcing a riot seems like blind luck
Enforcing a riot seems like child’s play
Its bloodshed, hatred and rage that drives the ambition of this age
Torture for sins unknown

And what of the horror
And what is the point
And what of this constant fucking degradation that we have all assumed to oppose
And what is the reason that you truly think you care
Cause in the end this fucking world was never ours to begin with
Fall in line, obey the time, sell more than you know you’re worth
In the end the truth of the matter is that we never had a choice to begin with

Fools to the beat of a thousand drums thunder
The toll of the victims now seems harder, growing weaker

So what of the horror
So what is the point
So what of this constant fucking pestilence that we have all assumed to oppose
And what is the reason that you truly think you care
Cause in the end, this fucking world wasn't ours to begin with
Fall in line, obey the time, sell more than you know you’re worth
In the end the truth of the matter is that we never had a choice

Fools to the beat of a thousand drums thunder
The toll of the victims now seems harder, growing weaker

All that has been left stained in mind
Discretion, a common joke, whispers dishounourably on the tongues of the holy
Like an infection his name spread throughout the kingdom
I feel the poison as it stains me from the bottom of my hate
Invoking rage pulsing from chest to grave although the thought of a broken line has killed me more