kreator
coma of souls
Masters of war Merchants of false peace Bleeding the lives of the lost Feeding the terminal disease Breaking the rules  No matter who gets hurt Wholesaling useless trash Charging twice what it's worth  Freedom of thought a mirage The coma is endless and deep Feeling so worldly and wise Fooled by the friends that we keep  Spirits on ice They'll never be free  One dimensional lives Will the coma of souls outlive eternity  Children are pawns For generals to play with and kill Mercy will never be found Where mayhem is down for the thrill Righteous crusades Murder to honor a god? No one is saved Dead bodies shrivel and rot  Deep in the unconscious mind Lies the oldest wisdom  Buried by centuries Of war and inquisition Truth is raped and crucified By men with savage brains And greed flows forth in endless wave From fools to wretched slaves