Culture Of Death
Impending Doom
4:15My whole existence is being resistant I will not listen to a world beyond repair Bloodied, shackled in chains Descending, impending, your doom is here Deception, redemption Whispers and screams Fanning the flames to your fears Tell me what do you seek? Do you really want to fight with me? Manipulation is used on the weak For mass control I stand at the edge of hell Sound the alarms I stand at the edge of hell Sound the alarms No masters above me Only dirt below You choose what to believe But I'm not your enemy But don't think for a second I'm afraid of you (I see what you see, I hear what you hear) (The wolves in sheep's clothing all deserve to die) See what you see, I hear what you hear The wolves in sheep's clothing all deserve to die Deserve to die You know where to find me I stand at the edge of hell Sound the alarms I stand at the edge of hell Sound the alarms So don't expect me to bow the knee to the mob that hates me I was born from the dirt I was cut from the stone This is a war you can't win This is a war you can't win This is a war you can't win This is a war you can't win