Lifeless Dark - Who Will Be The Victims? Lyrics
1. Terminal Phase
instrumental
2. Outcry
you open up your mouth to scream
your burning flesh, their twisted dream
others watch, not asking why
cover their mouth and choke on the outcry
what keeps our lonely planet turning
are the souls that we keep burning
a chosen one used to bring the crops
now we all sacrifice for the rich men on top
i'll see you in hell
we're already there
there's no end in sight
until we free our minds
a torch is put to a straw cage
when people toil for minimum wage
how many brilliant minds we waste
sacrificed to the kings of the capital age
society sucks, how can we remain
rejoicing in lies of personal gain
convenient promises must be unlearned
or there'll be nothing left to burn
any fool would be glad
following an idiot's parade
we might be kings for a day
leading the terminal phase
3. Radiation Sickness
no more sunsets
left for tomorrow
when the nuclear sun doth rise
radiation sickness
the cruelty of the tools that we create
bleeding out
driving us insane
total exposure, a not-so-distant fate
a likely way to die
no more time, grains of sand
when maniacs act on their threats
radiation sickness
shameful result of a lust for power
radiation sickness
and someone, somewhere
profits from your death
who will be the victims
when the light of plutonium dawns
it could be you
humble to the truth of nuclear empowerment
heaving bile, it's a fallout zone for miles
vision shifting, unfathomable pain
in your liquefying marrow
you wish for death
agonized by the hell
of acute radiation
what calloused beings could allow
such violence to happen
to avoid this living hell
we must cease creating nuclear materials
4. Untitled
instrumental
5. Feeding the Light
too long have they been hiding
piercing shadows so deep
still they remain hungry
our souls numb asleep
waiting to meet again
into the green man's eyes
a thousand sparkling mirrors
sights of dragonflies
feeding the light as they come alive
ignorance is a march towards death
feeding the light no second cgance
as we breathe in the end
green man is smiling now
his lips curled up like leaves
speaking with no words
voice of whisperingtrees
how strange we've become
from our forest kin
listen to their pleas now
lest we do ourselves in
how cold have we been
buzzing madly in our hives
worshipping greed and wealth
living but not alive
for too long we've only fed
our egos and our pride
in two hundred thousand years
we've accomplished suicide
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