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

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