歌词
No purpose, no future
No value of life
We have become hollowed by complacency
Driven by obsession
Feel the weight of habit as we sink
In these wounds of time
Domesticated, nothing more than a herd bred in captivity
Hell is bred within us, hell is our very souls
No deliverience, no relief
Time only makes you more deranged and empty
Weakness ingrained within us
Born neglected and sedated
Repetition and production
Our mechanical disease
We are destined to rust and tarnish in this life
No purpose, no future
No value of life
We have become hollowed by complacency
Driven by obsession
Feel the weight of habit as we sink
In these wounds of time
Domesticated, nothing more than a herd bred in captivity
We are the life’s blood of this aberration
Status quo of indifference
The face of misguided causes
Doom mistaken for sanctuary
We drink from the poison filled chalice
As another weed grows to take our place