Gorification


For that thousands of souls, rest in torment
And the thousand of those yet to fall
How much longer must we persist
Stack their bodies
Masquerade and defecate the innocent, for your own self advancement
We reside in a land of guiltless fate, Where the blood soaks our hands
Choking false ideals unto dismemberment Now's the time to crush your hope inside your skull
To welcome this sense of digress
As I tear you from limb to limb [x2]
As I tear you apart to think you could try to escape
A pile of guts you'll remain [x3]
Obliterated by the rules of engagement







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