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Our Common Grave Lyrics
Perfection never seemed so reachable
A though pattern used oh so many times in the past
Passively waiting to fulfill our role
Of flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis
Reduced to consumer machines,
We fulfilled the role we were thought to
One foot in the grave; our common grave
Perfection never seemed so reachable
A though pattern used oh so many times in the past
Passively waiting to fulfill our role
Of flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis
Reduced to consumer machines,
We fulfilled the role we were thought to
We create superfluous needs only to sustain our arrogance
One foot in the grave; our common grave
One foot in the grave; our common grave
Coffin shaped incubators
Take us one step closer to our doom
Self inflicted destiny
Take us one step closer to our doom
Passively waiting to fulfill our role
Of flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis
Reduced to consumer machines,
We fulfilled the role we were thought to
We create superfluous needs only to sustain our arrogance
One foot in the grave; our common grave
One foot in the grave; our common grave
A though pattern used oh so many times in the past
Passively waiting to fulfill our role
Of flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis
We fulfilled the role we were thought to
One foot in the grave; our common grave
A though pattern used oh so many times in the past
Passively waiting to fulfill our role
Of flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis
We fulfilled the role we were thought to
We create superfluous needs only to sustain our arrogance
One foot in the grave; our common grave
One foot in the grave; our common grave
Take us one step closer to our doom
Self inflicted destiny
Take us one step closer to our doom
Of flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis
We fulfilled the role we were thought to
We create superfluous needs only to sustain our arrogance
One foot in the grave; our common grave
One foot in the grave; our common grave
Song Info
Submitted by
mrhand On Nov 27, 2008
More Beneath the Massacre
Comforting Prejudice
Nevermore
Modern Age Slavery
Society's Disposable Son
Regurgitated Lullaby For The Born Dead
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