The Death Hour | [withdrawal] | nolongerhuman
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Title | The Death Hour | [withdrawal] | nolongerhuman |
Author | nolongerhuman |
Duration | 6:47 |
File Format | MP3 / MP4 |
Original URL | https://youtube.com/watch?v=r_5B47419WE |
Description
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Tenth track off of the third album [withdrawal] by nolongerhuman.
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Lyrics:
Your opinion
It's been so long
Since it had any say
I just switched it off one day
Television
That flashing screen
Across your
We are the meaningless
Generation
The herd mentality
Is our absolution
To justify one more
Atrocity
Done in your own name
We the gods now
No need for deities
Self-delusion
Essential inhumanity
We tolerate our lives
Spent in servitude
Slavery
To whatever sells
We have become
The commodity
Siren Song
Rhythmic static
Says nothing of meaning
Just a way to convey
Desolation
You have cast out
Every emotion
That made you human
Apologies
Fall on deaf ears
Meaningless platitudes
Designed to ease your
Guilty conscience
Can you feel it
Something is missing
You sold it all for
Profit margin
Was it worth it
You've lost the right
To plead your case
Social judgment
All that's left is punishment
To fit your crimes
Now it's time for the verdict - you're guilty - like me
I want a final sentence passed
I want a fire to burn you to ash
I want a plague with no cure
I want a never ending war
I want every last lying tongue ripped out
I want all the prying eyes plucked out
I want all your crimes paid in full
We are all guilty and this is the death hour