Corrupted by ignorance
Blinded by lies written in a book
Take your book of lies and get away
You were born to suffer and obey
Be yourself, but don’t be an fool
Or you gonna feed your mind with stool
Get out of my way
Reshape your mind before they make you obey
You believe in a fraud
Don’t sit down and pray for a damned god
Fuck this loser! Get out of my way
Just shut up if you have nothing to say
It's all about the media
You will believe in what the tell you to
Question yourself, does it really make sense?
You are drowning in a pool of blood
You can’t hurt my core
Get the fuck away and close the door
While I get tougher
You were born to creep and suffer
Stop telling me what to believe
I'm not afraid to live the way I'm supposed to be
While you lock your senses away to the price of war
This folklore doesn't affect me anymore
You twist the idea of immortality
Your cannot live forever
But shape your ideals and they will
You'll be immortal through your actions
You gonna squirm, I’m so sure
Corrupted by ignorance
Blinded by lies written in a book
Take your book of lies and get away
You were born to suffer and obey
Numbed with your hunger
Your mind were gnawed with void and anger
This religion will bound and
The loudest of your cries will resound
Loser! Fucking loser!
Your idea makes me itch
Your God is a fucking son of a bitch
I'm a big fan of The Faceless middle two albums and when I saw Lyle Cooper was on this album I knew I needed to check it out. I bought the discography almost instantly, reminds me a little of The Faceless and a bit more of Fallujah who I also adore. Well worth the money, Support these great Musicians! dragonslayer8228
Very well-balanced indeed. Everything here screams talent and professionalism, from the music to the production. Technical without showing off, brutal without sacrificing musicality... This is a great record. Nekobibu
Hail Molluska, we servants of slime shall spread the gospel. Beautifully devastating music, this box set is a Holy Grail of an item for my record collection. domtest293
Une tuerie ! La batterie vous broie les os pendant que les guitares vous arrachent les ongles un à un ; enfin, les voix vous décapitent avec le dos du couteau... Une tuerie vous dis-je ! Poesy Rider