Из альбома: Slither
Imprisoned behind the wire, the doomed await their end
Tangled corpses fill the pits, starved, shot, or poisoned
To the horrors the world turns away from the suffering in apathy
A blind eye to the victim's pain that they choose not to see
Unless there's money to be made, unless territory is gained
Imprisoned behind the wire, the doomed await
Imprisoned behind the wire, the doomed await their end
Tangled corpses fill the pits, starved, shot, or poisoned
To the horrors the world turns away from the suffering in apathy
A blind eye to the victim's pain that they choose not to see
Unless there's money to be made, unless territory is gained
Annihilation reigns
Annihilation reigns, unless there's money to be made, unless territory is gained
Unless there's money to be made, unless territory is gained