
Bastards
Necropsya
Toward Insanity • 2013
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Lyrics
We are in a maze of torment
we live in a eternal sacrifice
but now I'm seeing beyond my eyes
the chains that trap our souls
we choose to live or die
Running right through rocky crossroads
running right through mud thinking that is the end
running through the fear lost in a way
destroyed again
Never be free of this oppression
never sleep because they will not let us rest
they are the whip hitting our backs
the torment will never die
Tears becomes the blindness
artisans of faith against his creed
creating in the mind of the people survived
a life in sin
Ascending from the darkened abyss
leaving trails of his dogma of misery
while they enjoy the pleasures of the life
intoxicated by the greed
Bastards, they eat our life
bastards, they kill your time
bastards, will take your soul
bastards, so are they of the same blood
The clergy with his cross
hang themselves
the necks of their followers
corruption in the churches is
a curse that will never die
like a storm that devastates
religious power instigate
is a stab between the eyes
to keep our faith
Global genocide by madness
eternal arrogance and bloody greed
rip your pockets, sickness in your minds
like a blister open wide
we live in a eternal sacrifice
but now I'm seeing beyond my eyes
the chains that trap our souls
we choose to live or die
Running right through rocky crossroads
running right through mud thinking that is the end
running through the fear lost in a way
destroyed again
Never be free of this oppression
never sleep because they will not let us rest
they are the whip hitting our backs
the torment will never die
Tears becomes the blindness
artisans of faith against his creed
creating in the mind of the people survived
a life in sin
Ascending from the darkened abyss
leaving trails of his dogma of misery
while they enjoy the pleasures of the life
intoxicated by the greed
Bastards, they eat our life
bastards, they kill your time
bastards, will take your soul
bastards, so are they of the same blood
The clergy with his cross
hang themselves
the necks of their followers
corruption in the churches is
a curse that will never die
like a storm that devastates
religious power instigate
is a stab between the eyes
to keep our faith
Global genocide by madness
eternal arrogance and bloody greed
rip your pockets, sickness in your minds
like a blister open wide
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