Meltdown (US-PA) - Thrashatonement lyrics

In the corridors of institutions, There's a putrid smell Of rotting minds. That beg for something real to hold, Instead of processed Useless lies. Mothers who*e their weeks away. As daughters learn, To do the same. As years wear on, we'll see the day, When numbers take The place of names. This is the force that marks new breath, It's thrashing d**h. It's thrashing d**h. It seems that in a place so free, The price for words Are hardly such. So sick of trendy censorship, So I can't speak You're made to s**. Perceived as dirt because we think, To know there's something Truly wrong. Gun out the thrash and bang your head, Bullets tonight, Ten million strong. Thrashatonement- Burning in my eyes. Thrashatonement- For every wasted life. Their standards work them to no end. So that the mind, Cannot roam free. All conversations sound the same. Everyone is the Same to me. The creative souls that aren't tamed, Are quarantined, And locked away. The stats quo suits them fine, But only grows them, Crooked spines.