While She Sleeps Trophies Of Violence

3 years gone

I’m still searching for the future of the broken young

This isn’t living it’s surviving without hope

(Hold on)

Protect everything that you love and know

We are all victims of our own evolution

We suffer together but we all die alone

We shame our nation while it’s on its knees

Stretched to breaking point with new disease

Won’t you sing this with me?

We’ve strayed too far to be saved

I’ve been told

The fastest growing sickness lives inside of me

Cut or suffer beg or differ

Can’t you see?

It’s in the minds of the weak who think they’re better than the shit we’re living in

Black our eyes

Take our tongues

We’re paying for the way shit should’ve been done

(Fuck it)

We’re paying for the way shit should’ve been done

And still we beg

But still we beg

With our head in our hands

To a myth with a message but no escape plan

Suffering show us what we should’ve done

We’re overdosed, we’re overrun

Our pride our triumph

Trophies of violence

Always deceived by a false allegiance

To feed the ones that give in

Tear down our idols

Trophies of the violence

We’re back to set the record straight

We’re rage romantic and we’re full of hatred

Some inspiration right now would suffice

This whole world’s dreaming of a better fucking life

Thirsty parasites

We’re dead behind the eyes

Of mindless genocide

Cannot stomach our vile pride

It tastes like shit

But most of us don’t care

And the rest will never hear this

The flatline criticals

We clot the bleed and cauterise just to get by

Predisposed and true to form we rape the world of all it holds

We gut the earth of all it has

Call it hell when it can’t give back

We are a living abortion

A vile creation

But let’s make the best of a bad situation

Let’s make the best of a bad situation

Black our eyes

Take our tongues

We’re paying for the way shit should’ve been done

(Fuck it)

We’re paying for the way shit should’ve been done

(You think we’re nothing like these creatures)

Suffering show us what we should’ve done

We’re overdosed, we’re overrun

Our pride our triumph

Trophies of violence

Always deceived by a false allegiance

To feed the ones that give in

Tear down our idols

Trophies of the violence

But it’s not the end of the world…yet