regurgitated lullaby for the born dead lyrics – beneath the massacre

prowling along the edge of misery
suffocating on hope of better days
questioning minds fed with the myth of opportunity

born-dead: death at birth
unwanted: still essential
exploited: as they want
born-dead: but shall rise

destiny chosen by fortunate ones, wounded for life
can’t become a master when you’re born slave
slavery for the shut mouths

mortification for majority
so that masters
keep sleeping in
their castles built of gold

a child’s dream, nothing but dreams,
will soon start to burn and turn to ashes.
the production equation doesn’t bring wealth
for everyone, a thing to benefit the fortunate
ones/empowered ones. awake the born dead.

/ beneath the massacre lyrics