Flesh Prison letra

This ministry we call hope is nothing but a fallen con
The faith we put into society is foul and useless
False prophets predicting the end of the world
Feeding this surge of terror
Disambiguation of our fear; our thoughts and our motives
Obsessed until exhaustion, single-minded till self-destruction
Wrought into this tomb of conformity
We’re doomed
We breathe in pain and distress
This hell that we live in is nothing compared to the grave we’re digging
The face of the earth will succumb to the wrath of its gravity
Why are we struggling to preserve a world not worth living in and
breed life into death?
The face of the earth will succumb to the wrath of its gravity

Dephts Of Hatred - Letras

• Archaic Ascendency
• Deathsphere
• Downfall
• Flesh Prison
• Ministry Of Deceit
• Revocation
• Spawn Of Synthesis