All Shall Perish Our Own Grave

forever lost... A time before the machine manufactured ideals pushed onus all day a Few shall dictate as we fall Disillusioned I tear away all the bullshit fed to me every day Choking As I'm smothered in the media Swarms of pressured thoughts distorted truths are your words for me Manufactured ideals pushed On us all a few shall decide as we all fall disillusioned I tear away All the bullshit fed to me Everyday our world stands on its last withering legs and I struggle to Find a reason to ...


















