Hatebound - Deivos

Unified in blandness, standardized to «normality»

Nothingness embodied in a perfect form of human zombies

Compulsively consuming

The machine is running, can´t stop the madness

You´re bloated and flooded

The brain stays dormant though the body´s acting

Enraged beyond belief — it´s the cross I´ll gladly bear

I think I´m going hatebound…

Three pounds of shit in your skull, you can´t control what is not

My hand it grabs you tight by the throat

I´ll squeeze out every last breath from this hollow flesh

That should have never been fucking born

From escapism to the carnage

From the putrid temples to the pyres

The modern age crusade, strike of devastation

Tonight after sundown we´ll raise our torches high

Without a tear, without a frown burn this place to the ground

Three pounds of hate in my skull, can´t control what I loathe

It dwells so deep inside

Only the dead have seen the end of war

And many shall see it soon

To rubble they will turn, in fiery inferno burn