Songtexte Master And Slave - Misanthropik Torment

Zombie progeny
Prospective student to the art of suffering
Humanity is just a better verse for master and slave
The tyrants sickness forcing us into our smoldering grave

Will this idiocy ever be laid to rest
Silence the Iron-hand oppressing that which is not meant to be oppressed
If this is what you call humanity the gods are simply not impressed

Striving to break the chain of misery
Agonies mistress a theatrical delight
Planting the illusion of a better day into our brains
Yet the sickness and the illusion remains the same

Prey upon the weakest minds line your pockets with Judas gold
Twisted fascist moralist
Your deceit is just too much to digest

Look into the minds of men and you will find
All the plagues of mankind

Zombie progeny
Prospective student to the art of suffering
Humanity is just a better verse for master and slave