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The whole of the world is crippled by the pain of focus
Advancement driving us to obliteration
Our punishment sought through history's reprieve
Self preservation giving way to a deeper sense of responsibility
Alleviate the burden
Equalize the imbalance of man
Inherent motivation to self cleanse
And self exterminate

Bleed tears down for dead and gone, explain this tragedy
Injected dose of suicide, cleanse the self of worldly being
Destination lost in life, death now has a name
A trial of mortality ends, we have ourselves to blame
Walk softly in our crossing paths through concealed destiny
Lost regard for life or law results in tragedy
Everyone dies here, arise to kill another day
Affirmation for my hatred for mortality

Skinless - Battle Perpetual Will
(From Sacrifice To Survival 2003)
/Technical Brutal Death Metal/Deathcore/
[New York, USA]

Battle Perpetual Will.

Massive insurrection, idealistic mutilation

The hand on power thrives on the backs of slaves
The minds of millions suppressed and pushed into their graves
Into their graves...
Children wander, with removed eyes led to worship and told the lies
Bred in enslavement, born in servitude we'll take anything we need of you
Mankind exists in slavery - a value placed on expectancy
No hope, suppress what you feel - give in and follow what you fear
There must be another way!! Not a value on expectancy

"They say that a hanging man hear glorious music... I wonder what it sounds like."

Process of data in unconventional forms
Strife between instinct and a reality that's flawed
Revere an embraced mass hysteria
Having the power to nullify
The perilous nature of a rational mind is a blight
Vast burial pits

Scars upon your face will tell the tale
To whoever finds you cold and pale
Wretched life into wretched death
A convergence of all you've failed
See nor hear, the line you've crossed
Sense nor feel what awaits here
Roadmap to fate
Of glory and rape

Breeding villains, to do your work
Hating your creation, consume them
Feeding the war machine of progeny
Create, turn them out to fail again
Make them pray to do your work
Faking falsehood of fatherhood
Dissected, infected, burned and spread
Your life on earth, started dead

"Does blood turn you on?
It does more than turn me on, it makes me cum!
And more than the sight of it, I love the taste of it, the taste of hot, freshly killed blood!"

I hate Roadrunner, why can't Wiley Coyote win
Cartoons, make me angry, why can't Sylvester eat Tweety

Saturday morning, roll out of bed

When the time comes
When the fields burn
As the sun sets
Breathe in a final breath
As the floods come and the rain falls
Winds of failures stench
Shifting mindset
Sands of time

Innate predation
Bloodthirst, invasion
Brutal measures of
Carving out the destination

Retaliate, desecration
Devastating and ruthless measures
Deviate and separate

Bathed in fire
Bask in the fatal bliss
Hate runs wild
Face the reality of death
And war
War torn, war torn
Is reborn
Rife with disease

"The forecast calls for destruction tonight, death for tomorrow, and
Armageddon by the weekend. This could be the end of life as we know it"

Cold steel, surgical dissection of memories lost to plague
Lay to waste the newly spawned
Our existance here has been dead and gone
Blood drenched nihilistic slaves, iniquity guides their path
Furthest point from purity reached to death

Being irrefutable
A notion that the role of a conquering despot cannot be obscured by a morbid fascination with war
Confessions gained under the pillory
And the sequence of events leading up to the end of everytyhing
collectively abandon what was seen and believed
Cultivate deliberate illusions
Keep them all in line
The slate of history is wiped clean of its blemishes

Released into the atmosphere
The sky is rotten left
Choke on the isolation
Infection reflected
Symbols of diplomacy are signs of weakness from above
Instants time a thousand cultures turned to dust
Horizon strewn with unmarked graves, a solace reached in self exile
Luxuries of the depraved are all left to rot

"Rivers of gore, rivers of gore...ah hahahahah!"

Driving my automobile, watch out for that moose
Ramming it head on, turn over in a ditch
Nearly fatal blast, left me paralyzed
In my hospital room I'm waiting for the family
Children left unattended, they just want to chop my up
They are both laughing as my guts are strewn across the floor