Testo: Anomaly In Effigy. Birthright. The Apathetics.

As their fate is taken from their hands the shell remains intact
Cold and grey premature death
Responsibility belongs to someone else
Faith and speculation at most

Days amongst cold strangers
Nights with the droning cyclops

No Will left inside
Exceed to breathe and to die
Broken abortive wastes
Sycophantic parasites

Tools of the slave-gods
Vacant sedated swine
Swallow what you're fed
Live for convenience
With a head full of shit
Facilitate the regime of scum
You'll be the death of us all
You'll be the fucking death of us all

No Will left inside
Exceed to breathe and to die
Broken abortive wastes
Sycophantic parasites

Sit, indebted to your luxury
Obeying your oppressors
Subservient dunce
Blissfully unaware
Clinging to your trinkets

Locked away in fear
Will you ever stand up for yourself?
Or will you die a spineless coward?