Bring Out Your Dead lyrics

You see this world as your own
You think this life is yours
I`ve come to break you down
You`re a commodity
This flesh is not your own
Your blood is currency
The beast has drawn your number
Stand straight,fall in line
All of your prayers won`t be heard anymore
Your blood had been programmed to baptize the floor
And your grave is just a hole in this
Cold dead ground
This world has died around you
A fucking worthless cause
The eulogy is written
The casket burning
Begin the funeral march
Bend on your broken knees
They`ve drawn your fucking number
Stand still, taste the pain
All of your prayers won`t be heard anymore
Your blood has been programmed to baptize the floor
And your grave is just a hole
In this hell
They`ve got your fucking number
I`ve got your fucking number
They got your fucking number
You`re screaming, they`re calling, you`re bleeding
You`re bleeding, you`re hearing the calling
Bring out your dead
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