Blood Machine – Land Of The Weak, Home Of The Slaves lyrics

Questions forever rolling
Antagonize my mind
"Sleep tight my precious one"
If you sleep at all tonight

Ask of my opinions
Just to shoot them down
How do you know everything?
When did you talk to God?

Why am I so fucked up in the mind?
[I must submit to your devices]

Enforce their lies upon us
"Be nice to those who build this wall"
Demean yourself to our standards
As we fall
Yes, we fall

Running with the past
So dull it feeds the dead
The stench of rotting braincells
Pouring from their heads

Fake lives forced upon us
Still holding up this wall
Limit your mind to our brain-washing
For all we do is fall

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