The truth burns you eyes,
you can't even face it.
Although it disgusts you,
Disturbs your consciousness,
I' don't see you changing.
You remain accomplices
of an orchestrated slaughter,
lead by bloody hands,
those of man.
When will you stop being
a part of this well-oiled machine,
this industry where their life
is nothing but suffering ?
Blinded by your traditions,
your need to be superior,
you don't see the suffering
before deathblow this moment
where their short life stops,
where pity has no place.
Human activity substitutes
itself for nature to take control.
Lowered to the rank of objects of pleasure,
sensitive beings undergo
all the tortures.
Mass production,
killed by thousand to satisfy
our hunger, stolen from their place,
to graze upon.
Tortured for they bring us,
the only importance of their song
is to relax us.
When will you stop being a part
of this well-oiled machine,
this industry where their life
is nothing but suffering!!
Absone - Deathblow Lyrics
Absone - Deathblow Lyrics
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The truth burns you eyes,
you can't even face it.
Although it disgusts you,
Disturbs your consciousness,
I' don't see you changing.
You remain accomplices
of an orchestrated slaughter,
lead by bloody hands,
those of man.
When will you stop being
a part of this well-oiled machine,
this industry where their life
is nothing but suffering ?
Blinded by your traditions,
your need to be superior,
you don't see the suffering
before deathblow this moment
where their short life stops,
where pity has no place.
Human activity substitutes
itself for nature to take control.
Lowered to the rank of objects of pleasure,
sensitive beings undergo
all the tortures.
Mass production,
killed by thousand to satisfy
our hunger, stolen from their place,
to graze upon.
Tortured for they bring us,
the only importance of their song
is to relax us.
When will you stop being a part
of this well-oiled machine,
this industry where their life
is nothing but suffering!!
you can't even face it.
Although it disgusts you,
Disturbs your consciousness,
I' don't see you changing.
You remain accomplices
of an orchestrated slaughter,
lead by bloody hands,
those of man.
When will you stop being
a part of this well-oiled machine,
this industry where their life
is nothing but suffering ?
Blinded by your traditions,
your need to be superior,
you don't see the suffering
before deathblow this moment
where their short life stops,
where pity has no place.
Human activity substitutes
itself for nature to take control.
Lowered to the rank of objects of pleasure,
sensitive beings undergo
all the tortures.
Mass production,
killed by thousand to satisfy
our hunger, stolen from their place,
to graze upon.
Tortured for they bring us,
the only importance of their song
is to relax us.
When will you stop being a part
of this well-oiled machine,
this industry where their life
is nothing but suffering!!