Tactical Sekt - Future Dead lyrics

Instrument of pain in the hands of a tortured soul lamenting for his god Cut apart the sleeping child so cruel and unrelenting Took away the arrogance and replaced it with denial and bleeding hearts Inside a cell of bones a million miles apart No soul will survive the culling No one to be spared the falling down No polluted mind to spread disease Severed heads of innocents Cry alone your spirit black Predestined strangle hold Die on your own so far off track Impaled upon your throne You've seen all the crosses You've buried all the losses You've traded sides so many times Now a victim of your own crime No soul will survive the culling No one to be spared the falling down No polluted mind to spread disease Severed heads of innocents Festered wound the raping blade cuts deep down to the bone Defenseless child your life is black your future dead and now on your own So scared of the dark and silence frightened by your shadow This perfection broken down to dust so depleted oh so hollow No soul will survive the culling No one to be spared the falling down No polluted mind to spread disease Severed heads of innocents