Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walking Sacrifice, artist - Walking Corpse Syndrome. Album song Alive in Desolation, in the genre Ню-метал
Date of issue: 28.03.2013
Record label: CD Baby
Song language: English
Walking Sacrifice |
Mindless to the call from a protector it sinks in deep the need to rely |
indoctrinated and conditioned to make a component more reliable to a shock |
insincerely shuffled home covered in purple they fall away taken for granted |
and forgot the subject of neglect made the 18 that could have been into the 21 |
that never will be |
Turn away from the disfigurement we know we will not cure then claim ignorance |
Mindless to the absolution of our greed pointing fingers full of bills to the |
next uncertainty empty of shelter as we sit back reaping the stock of spilled |
blood rinsing it off and masking the origin of the gain convincing each other |
that this is a necessity the subject of neglect made the 18 that could have |
been into the 21 that never will be |
Responsible enough to take another’s life but not enough to make your own |
judgments these are decisions that you can not make why would you think that |
you could ever do this |
Turn away from the disfigurement |
Responsible enough to take another’s life but not enough to make your own |
judgments these are decisions that you can not make why would you think that |
you could ever do this |
Mindless to the rise of a stone remembered by being shut out discarded so |
shallow graffitied and destroyed by the ones preserved the ideals wasted left |
behind in sand diseased as contraband prohibited from a release a walking |
sacrifice living cadavers violently forced forward to a death with blades in |
their backs the subjects of neglect |
Turn away from the disfigurement we know we will not cure then claim ignorance |
We’re stabbing them in the back knowing they will never see home |
These subjects are revolting they’ll cut the strings and walk away |
Turn away from the disfigurement |
We’re stabbing them in the back knowing they will never see home |
These subjects are revolting they’ll cut the strings and walk away |