Unified in blandness, standardized to "normality"
Nothingness embodied in a perfect form of human zombies
Compulsively consuming
The machine is running, can´t stop the madness
You´re bloated and flooded
The brain stays dormant though the body´s acting
Enraged beyond belief - it´s the cross I´ll gladly bear
I think I´m going hatebound...
Three pounds of shit in your skull, you can´t control
what is not
My hand it grabs you tight by the throat
I´ll squeeze out every last breath from this hollow
flesh
That should have never been f*cking born
From escapism to the carnage
From the putrid temples to the pyres
The modern age crusade, strike of devastation
Tonight after sundown we´ll raise our torches high
Without a tear, without a frown burn this place to the
ground
Three pounds of hate in my skull, can´t control what I
loathe
It dwells so deep inside
Only the dead have seen the end of war
And many shall see it soon
To rubble they will turn, in fiery inferno burn