[00:00.00] 作词 : Devin Duarte/Dan Tucker/Ian Smith[00:01.00] 作曲 : Andrew Meisenheimer/Lukas Hubbard/Parker Yowell[00:16.83]Slaves of wealth, slaves of malignance[00:17.70]Delicate are the winds of change[00:24.81]I feel howling gusts upon this torture and pain[00:26.25]Did everything become a placeholder of the true terror?[00:27.51]Slaves of wealth and ignorance[00:32.55]Defiance[00:43.92]The crucifixion[00:45.72]Cutting my throat, I adorn this affliction[00:47.22]Heavy hands tear me apart and force me to bow[00:48.48]We are the ethos of evisceration, begging for annihilation[00:58.38]Begging to die alone in the haze[00:59.19]The sun sets before the dawn[00:59.76]Slaves of wealth and ignorance[01:00.60]An eruption of chaos[01:01.65]Barren wastelands fester in silence[01:08.64]Slicing through the veil of innocence[01:14.70]Rescind my soul into the abyss of nothingness[01:15.72]Vicious cycles, comfort of thorns and lust[01:16.83]Breaking down every bone[01:27.57]Commanding the knife I once held[01:28.50]Sickening waves come in forms of ignorance and pain[01:32.13]Our shepherds of vile cruelty[01:32.73]Sinking in a sea of lies[01:33.21]Painting suffering, sounds of echoing cries[01:34.02]Clustered morals clash in unison[01:36.69]All we have to feel is the breath of the end[01:37.50]Sinking in a sea of lies[01:37.98]Painting suffering, sounds of echoing cries[01:38.79]With the death of a sparrow, I cry[01:41.01]Our souls are contained and have been left here to die[02:01.71]Without a trace of human nature left inside the web weaved by the chosen watchers[02:03.39]Expect death to crawl and chew upon every soul that dared to seek answers, ask why he's lost control[02:30.84]Feast upon they eyes of the world[02:54.60]As I approach the throne of undead flesh[02:55.44]Instructed to burn I am a slave to you my lord of death[03:01.44]Helpless forever[03:19.59]An underworld over flowing with souls of undeveloped corrupted forms[03:45.48]If I cannot bend the will of heaven, then I shall move hell[04:07.53]Sinking in a sea of lies[04:08.01]Painting suffering, sounds of echoing cries[04:08.82]Clustered morals clash in unison[04:16.77]All we have to feel is the breath of the end[04:17.58]Sinking in a sea of lies[04:18.06]Painting suffering, sounds of echoing cries[04:18.90]With the death of a sparrow, I cry[04:21.45]Our souls are contained and have been left here to die