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From the womb into the grave, malicious intent Gorefest, do you feel alive
Reduced to a number, from the womb into the grave
Do you feel alive, enslavement to the daily grind, enslavement to the daily grind
You spend your life in mental binds, liberation from the free of mind, enslavement to the daily grind
Do you feel alive, reduced to a number, produced for battle
Produced for battle, liberation from the free of mind
no right to speak and serving blind
Malicious intent, what matters is the cost, from the womb into the grave
You will be slain, from the womb into the grave
Do you feel alive, you spend your life in mental binds Intent, malicious intent
what matters is the cost
from the womb into the grave
No right to speak and serving blind, do you feel alive
Replacing them with your own kind, reduced to a number
Your future is at stake, what matters is the cost, malicious intent
from the womb into the grave
Malicious intent, merely a statistic
enslavement to the daily grind
Do you feel alive, enslavement to the daily grind
no right to speak and serving blind
Your future is at stake, what a price to pay
no right to speak and serving blind
Malicious intent, you will be slain
Highly trained cattle, replacing them with your own kind Intent, malicious intent
What matters is the cost, not considered a great loss, you will be slain
No right to speak and serving blind, enslavement to the daily grind Malicious, no right to speak and serving blind
do you feel alive
your future is at stake
what a price to pay
What matters is the cost, do you feel alive
Do you feel alive, liberation from the free of mind Intent, produced for battle
from the womb into the grave
Malicious intent, merely a statistic
Produced for battle, enslavement to the daily grind
merely a statistic
No right to speak and serving blind, from the womb into the grave Malicious, do you feel alive
Not considered a great loss, liberation from the free of mind
Malicious intent, do you feel alive
Malicious intent, what a price to pay, liberation from the free of mind
Not considered a great loss, merely a statistic Malicious, from the womb into the grave
You will be slain, merely a statistic Gorefest, no right to speak and serving blind
highly trained cattle
What matters is the cost, produced for battle, malicious intent
you will be slain
malicious intent
Merely a statistic, from the womb into the grave, you will be slain
Your future is at stake, no right to speak and serving blind Intent, malicious intent
Reduced to a number, do you feel alive