While She Sleeps - Trophies Of Violence lyrics

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While She Sleeps - Trophies Of Violence lyrics

3 years gone, I’m still searching for the future of the broken young This isn’t living, surviving with hope Hold on, protect everything that you love and know We are all victims of our own evolution We suffer together, but we all die alone We shame our nation while it’s on its knees Stretched to breaking point with new disease Would you sing this with me? We’ve strayed too far to be saved. I’ve been told The fastest growing sickness lives inside of me Cut or suffer, Beg or differ. Can’t you see? It’s in the minds of the weak Who think they’re better than the sh** we’re living in Block our eyes Take our tongues We’re paying for the way sh** should have been done f** it We’re paying for the way sh** should have been done And still we beg But still we beg With our head in our hands to a myth with a message, But no escape plan. Suffering show us what we should have done We’re overdosed, we’re overrun Our pride, our triumph Trophies of violence Always deceived by a false allegiance To feed the ones that give in Tear down our idols Trophies of the violence We’re back to set the record straight We’re rage romantic and full of hatred Some inspiration right now would suffice This whole world is dreaming better of a f**ing life Thirsty parasites Dead behind the eyes Of mindless genocide We cannot stomach in our vile pride It tastes like sh** But most of us don’t care And the rest will never hear this, The flat line criticals We clot the bleed and cauterise Just to get by Predisposed and true to form We rape the world of all it holds We got the earth of all it has call it hell when can’t give back We are a living abortion, a vile creation But let’s make the best of a bad situation Let’s make the best of a bad situation Back our eyes, take our tongues We’re paying for the way sh** should’ve been done f** it We’re paying for the way sh** should’ve been done Suffering show us what we should have done We’re overdosed, we’re overrun Our pride, our triumph Trophies of violence Always deceived by a false allegiance To feed the ones that give in Tear down our idols Trophies of the violence But it’s not the end of the world Yet.