Beneath The Remains
Sepultura
Beneath The Remains • 1989
Lyrics
In the middle of a war that was not started by me, deep depression of the nuclear remains
I've never thought of, I've never thought about this happening to me
Proliferations of ignorance, orders that stand to destroy
Battlefields and slaughter , now they mean my home and my work
Who has won?
Who has died?
Beneath the remains
Cities in ruins, bodies packed on minefields
Neurotic game of life and death
Now I can feel the end , premonition about my final hour
A sad image of everything, everything's so real
Who has won?
Who has died?
Everything happened so quickly
I felt I was about to leave hell
I'll fight for myself, for you
But so what?
To feel a deep hate, to feel scared
But beyond that, to wish being at an end
Clotted blood, mass mutilation
Hope for the future is only utopia
Mortality, insanity, fatality
You'll never want to feel what I've felt
Mediocrity, brutality and falsity
It's just a world against me
Cities in ruins, bodies packed on minefields
Neurotic game of life and death
Now I can feel the end, premonition about my final hour
A sad image of everything, everything's so real
Who has won?
Who has died?
Beneath the remains
I've never thought of, I've never thought about this happening to me
Proliferations of ignorance, orders that stand to destroy
Battlefields and slaughter , now they mean my home and my work
Who has won?
Who has died?
Beneath the remains
Cities in ruins, bodies packed on minefields
Neurotic game of life and death
Now I can feel the end , premonition about my final hour
A sad image of everything, everything's so real
Who has won?
Who has died?
Everything happened so quickly
I felt I was about to leave hell
I'll fight for myself, for you
But so what?
To feel a deep hate, to feel scared
But beyond that, to wish being at an end
Clotted blood, mass mutilation
Hope for the future is only utopia
Mortality, insanity, fatality
You'll never want to feel what I've felt
Mediocrity, brutality and falsity
It's just a world against me
Cities in ruins, bodies packed on minefields
Neurotic game of life and death
Now I can feel the end, premonition about my final hour
A sad image of everything, everything's so real
Who has won?
Who has died?
Beneath the remains
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