Woorden:
Brutal Truth

[three minutes of pure digital silence]

Humanity rising, life depriving Mankind decline Black humor falls in place Evolve in catalog, prey of progress Self evolution contribution Retribution

(Brutal Truth) Slop earfuls of the moneymaker Grazed idiocy, words and paper If only you could understand Pushed to ofar Count the days Broken trust Count

reformation at hand our time to stand enslaved minds give birth to a new generation misconceptions are a thing of the past your generation the myth,

If life could bring about [Incomprehensible] Beyond those gray days Which way, pursue Utopia The punishment on our daydream nations Calling you, temptations

(Brutal Truth) Reformation at hand Our time to stand Misconceptions are a thing of the past Enslaved minds give birth to a new generation Your generation

of mankind Nevermore, no one cares who lives or dies Denial of existence Denial of existence Denial of existence Man Denial of this truth [Incomprehensible

Still not loud enough Still not fast enough Front, front life Front, front life Front, front life Front, front life Life, life in sedation No mental

fisting money fills all who mind it fisting all find it circle one for the show you're bound to take its blow bloodlust, greed in progress blows over