Ritualistic - Freedom Is Death

Behold the mortal realm!
Natural prison fabricated
In a man made fucking hell
I stand alone,
And gaze forlorn upon the battlefield
Existence meaningless
Until we are six feet underground

Entrenched upon the earth
Look to the heavens and the sky
Each breath a step towards liberation
Knowing we are born to die
Immortal fantasies will not survive
The decay of your mind
From conception,
Our woven fate we cannot defy

Watch the faces of the young
They're starving in this dying world
Massacred without bloodshed
Dead, yet still alive
Faceless men of avarice
They force our kind to kill for scrap
Absolved of the financial murder

Bone, bare, lifeless
Trudge through darkness
Begging for our lives to end
to ease our mortal pain

Freedom! Is Death!
Dead! Buried! Free!