Beneath The Massacre - Our Common Grave

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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