Designed To Strangle کے بول

Morbid globetrotters With invisible hands designed to strangle This is my fatalist vision I hate to admit Let it die Let it blow up in our face We failed to prevail and now all there is The stench of death, across the earth Global standardization of our ways to suffer Breeding a new kind of soldier and consumer This is not enslavement, it’s a great opportunity And human misery is not an obstacle A profit at what cost? Another death, another kill You were predisposed to accept this gift we’re offering Now don’t pass up on this offer Cause the market won’t give you any second chances