Beneath the Remains / Escape to the Void - Sepultura

IN THE MIDDLE OF A WAR THAT WAS NOT STARTED BY ME

DEEP DEPRESSION OF THE NUCLEAR REMAINS

I’VE NEVER THOUGHT OF, I’VE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT

THIS HAPPENING TO ME

PROLIFERATIONS OF IGNORANCE

ORDERS THAT STAND TO DESTROY

BATTLEFIELDS AND SLAUGHTER

NOW THEY MEAN MY HOME AND MY WORK

WHO HAS WON?

WHO HAS DIED?

BENEATH THE REMAINS

CITIES IN RUINS

BODIES PACKED ON MINEFIELDS

NEUROTIC GAME OF LIFE AND DEATH

NOW I CAN FEEL THE END

PREMONITION ABOUT MY FINAL HOUR

A SAD IMAGE OF EVERYTHING

EVERYTHING’S SO REAL

WHO HAS WON?

WHO HAS DIED?

EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO QUICKLY.

I FELT I WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE HELL

I’LL FIGHT FOR MYSELF, FOR YOU, BUT SO WHAT?

TO FEEL A DEEP HATE

TO FEEL SCARED

BUT BEYOND THAT, TO WISH BEING AT AN END

CLOTTED BLOOD

MASS MUTILATION

HOPE FOR THE FUTURE IS ONLY UTOPIA

MORTALITY, INSANITY, FATALITY

YOU’LL NEVER WANT TO FEEL WHAT I’VE FELT

MEDIOCRITY, BRUTALITY, AND FALSITY

IT’S JUST A WORLD AGAINST ME

CITIES IN RUINS

BODIES PACKED ON MINEFIELDS

NEUROTIC GAME OF LIFE AND DEATH

NOW I CAN FEEL THE END

PREMONITION ABOUT MY FINAL HOUR

A SAD IMAGE OF EVERYTHING

EVERYTHING’S SO REAL

WHO HAS WON?

WHO HAS DIED?

BENEATH THE REMAINS

The pest in the eyes of death follows us

Through the dirty streets of blood

It begins to eat inside us, decaying our bones

How will we escape if the void covers our lungs?

We are buried in the spewed trash for ourselves

Blood, pain — nothing to say

Why then — must we die?

Escape to the void

Escape to the void

I look at my face on the other side of the mirror

My face falls down in pieces full of worms

I burst my rotten heart with my own hands

I’m dying and I can’t help myself

Blood, pain — nothing to say

Why then — must we die?

What have I been running from?

I’m not guilty

You’ve shown me the worst way

Cause you’re my victim… the next one

The pest in the eyes of death follows us

Through the dirty streets of blood

It begins to eat inside us, decaying our bones

How will we escape if the void covers our lungs?

We are buried in the spewed trash for ourselves

Blood, pain — nothing to say

Why then — must we die?

Escape to the void

Escape to the void