Lyrics Deathrace - DeadLock

Deathrace

Driving a truck was always my dream
King of the road letting off steam
Follow me while i check the truckload
Call me the master of life and death
Join the deathrace — come on
Hear their excited groaning which turns to painful screams
When i start my powerful engine
I am the king of the road
With my moribund load
Their tourment, pain and fear
Makes me drive in top gear
Where is the fucking difference between a living load and normal cargo
Arriving on schedule means getting paid punctually
Don`t blame me for being one of the first parts of mankinds insane catering
monstrosity
I just laugh about these pseudo guardian angels that think they could change
our world
If they could what should they pray for?
Dying in my truck on the road or in the abbatoir
The ones condemned to death have not a single chance to win this race
Cattle crossing!
keep silent!
Man fated to be tyrant!
No mercy, no barrier
Express cattle carrier
Look at the peak of evolution the food chain leader
Looking like the freight that he’s chauffeuring to eat up
Ain’t that some wack shit rolling to the shambles
Acting as a cab bitch slaying loads of animals
Imagine yall was cannibals & mankind the cattle dude
Locked up in a box small enough to get in rampage mood
I fucking disagree with the price & fee
That these beings have got to pay so we can feast & fucking eat
I’m one with all fauna the animal persona
Raw & distinctive the beast master warned yall
Keep roughhousing & I will be the karma
For acting too supreme make me have to armour up
Testing chemicals & genocide to foreign species
Acts of our society so sick son believe me
We got to keep it real how the fuck would it feel
Locked all yaw life behind rolling bars of steel
Heres a story about this man in a slaughter house
Took me on tour and showed me all his whereabouts
And in my lurking doubts
He starts to light a cigarette and starts drinking on a guinness stout
You greenpeace fools we handle your food
And if you like fast food
Heres some examples for you
Livestock cows in dead, destroyed milk they use burger king meat
What they feed to the streets, no time to negotiate
Blood fills there death, when there alive when they breathe they lungs aspirate
You like veal, this will spoil your meal
The baby confined to no light and food and that’s real
Respect for islam for eating no swine, heres some waist pits we use to feed
them there time to time
He expressed no pain for 4 weeks pain a cut in the juggler-vain is something o
can’t explain