You workin'- to make money, It's not enough
Day in - Day out for minimal wage
You want more - the high position
You do everything to be on the top
You're pushing forward for recognition
All you need is the high position
Feelings and emotion have lost importance
Your inside is vacous and bleak like a desert
Cruely marching upwards to the top
Meanwhile you lose every friends that you've got
There's nothing to quench your hunger
Only the beastly instinct is from this stronger
Loosing your human worth
Your dying soul what's the worst
Repudiate all that you have been
For the aim, what you never seen
You workin'to make money, I still not enough !
Day in - Day out for the maximum wage
You want more - the highest high
You do everything to stay on the top
No fate ! No conscience ! No regard ! No honour !
No sisters ! No brother ! No mother ! No father !
Just money !
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024