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A funeral three times a day a disgusting product rests in walking graves lies between your teeth with no voices to scream and all the blood to bleed we fight losing battles that force us to our knees disconnect from the process of production swallow lies and normalize consumption suffering makes the world go 'round (suffering) and we know it all too well suffering makes the world go 'round (suffering) hunger on our minds (suffering) locked in our sights (suffering) born, set to kill avoidance of a dead tradition oppressed by the same powers we both live chained and weakened counting down the final hours it's the scent of suffering we love it's the taste of violence we crave a massacre, a war, a one sided beating Letras de cancionespackaged and sold with a seal of "hate" stop this bloody axe from swinging pray my broken heart keeps beating stop. this. axe. From Letras Mania