Regurgitated Lullaby For The Born Dead letra

Prowling along the edge of misery. Suffocating on hope of
better days. Questioning minds fed with the myth of opportunity. Born-dead Death at birth. Unwanted Still essential. Exploited As they want. Born-dead But shall rise. Destiny chosen by fortunate ones, wounded for life. Can't become a master when you're born a slave. Death for those who will speak loud. Slavery for the shut mouths. Mortification for majority so that masters keep sleeping in their castles built of gold. A child's dream, nothing but dreams, will soon start to burn and turn to ashes. The production equation doesn't bring wealth for every one, a thing to benefit the fortunate onesempowered ones. Awake the born dead.

Beneath the Massacre - Letras

• Absurd Hero
• Anomic
• Autonomous Mind
• Better Off Dead
• Bitter
• Black Tide
• Bottom Feeders
• Comforting Prejudice
• Condemned
• Damages
• Designed To Strangle
• Drill Baby Drill
• Flickering Light
• Grief
• Harvest Of Hate
• Hidden In Plain Sight
• Hopes
• Hunted
• It
• Left Hand
• Light
• Lithium Overdose
• Long Forgotten
• Modern Age Slavery
• Nevermore
• No Future
• Of Gods and Machines
• Our Common Grave
• Pedestal
• Procreating The Infection
• Profitable Killcount
• Regurgitated Lullaby For The Born Dead
• Reign Of Terror
• Return to Medusa
• Rise Of The Fearmonger
• Sleepless
• Society's Disposable Son
• Symptoms
• Tarnished Legacy
• The Casket You Sleep In
• The Invisible Hand
• The Stench Of Misery
• The Surface
• The System's Failure
• The Wasteland
• Totalitarian Hypnosis
• Treacherous
• Unheard
• Untitled