Necroletariat के बोल

No face, mother, father, daughter No future, brother sister son Processed, assimilated, undone Enslaved by the Word and enamored to the Gun Heathens, willing, we swallow their surgery Content to our mutual discontent Displaced, dreams of anonymity Restless, walking, dead Displaced, the mirror stares you empty No face, no future for the devils own The devils own By deadlights shone Necro-letariat The devils own In deadlights shone Necro-letariat No face, discontent No pulse Dream destroyers, incorporated Siphoning our futures away Identities lost to the storm Astray in labyrinthine regret Displaced. Restless. Undone. Undead.