Lyrics Beneath the Massacre

Beneath the Massacre

Our Common Grave

Perfection never seemed so reachable

A though pattern used oh so many times in the past

Passively waiting to fulfill our role

Of flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis

Reduced to consumer machines,

We fulfilled the role we were thought to

One foot in the grave; our common grave

Perfection never seemed so reachable

A though pattern used oh so many times in the past

Passively waiting to fulfill our role

Of flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis

Reduced to consumer machines,

We fulfilled the role we were thought to

We create superfluous needs only to sustain our arrogance

One foot in the grave; our common grave

One foot in the grave; our common grave

Coffin shaped incubators

Take us one step closer to our doom

Self inflicted destiny

Take us one step closer to our doom

Passively waiting to fulfill our role

Of flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis

Reduced to consumer machines,

We fulfilled the role we were thought to

We create superfluous needs only to sustain our arrogance

One foot in the grave; our common grave

One foot in the grave; our common grave