The air is humid and the floor's cold. Prisoner. Crime unknown. Prisoner. Awaiting my sentence. Society's disposable son. Outcast. Grown apart. Institutionalized since day one. Society's unwanted son. Raised by emotionless TV screen, this is everyone
Mechanics of Dysfunction
Beneath the Massacre Society's Disposable Son歌词
Beneath the Massacre System's Failure歌词
Wasting our lives digging our own grave. Greed lust... The plot is simple and we shall be ending it. You find your power in our weaknesses. Essential just as pigs for butchers. Wasting our lives digging our own graves. The system failed and we're her