Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thrashatonement, artist - Mantic Ritual. Date of issue: 26.02.2009
Song language: English
Thrashatonement |
| In the corridors of institutions |
| There’s a putrid smell |
| Of rotting minds |
| That beg for something real to hold |
| Instead of processed |
| Useless lies |
| Mothers whore their weeks away |
| As daughters learn |
| To do the same |
| As years wear on, we’ll see the day |
| When numbers take |
| The place of names |
| This is the force that marks new breath |
| It’s thrashing death |
| It’s thrashing death |
| It seems that in a place so free |
| The price for words |
| Are hardly such |
| So sick of trendy censorship |
| So I can’t speak |
| You’re made to suck |
| Perceived as dirt because we think |
| To know there’s something |
| Truly wrong |
| Gun out the thrash and bang your head |
| Bullets tonight |
| Ten million strong |
| Thrashatonement- Burning in my eyes |
| Thrashatonement- For every wasted life |
| Their standards work them to no end |
| So that the mind |
| Cannot roam free |
| All conversations sound the same |
| Everyone is the |
| Same to me |
| The creative souls that aren’t tamed |
| Are quarantined |
| And locked away |
| The stats quo suits them fine |
| But only grows them |
| Crooked spines |