Lyrics Enslaved, Dead or Depraved - Jamey Jasta
Whispers
tell
the
tale,
striking
distance
to
defeat
Push
so
hard
to
keep
sane,
view
the
masses
so
diseased
Violence
carries
over,
find
a
trace
of
peace
and
hide
Those
content
with
slowy
dying
must
arise
or
they'll
find
us
all
Enslaved,
dead
or
depraved
When
the
choice
is
made
the
martyrs
will
awake
Enslaved,
dead
or
depraved
Piled
high
in
an
unmarked
grave
Freedom
lies
in
thoughts
far
beyond
what
they've
been
told
So
at
peace
are
the
slaves
who
deny
imprisoned
souls
Black
clouds
of
despair
loom
so
high
so
surreal
Pure
greed
stands
tall
while
the
rest
fucking
kneel
They're
enslaved,
dead
or
depraved
When
the
choice
is
made
so
much
weakness
ingrained
Enslaved,
dead
or
depraved
Piled
high
in
an
unmarked
grave
This
world
is
bent
on
breaking
us
This
world
is
bent
on
breaking
us
Serve,
fear,
lose
or
conquer
This
world
is
bent
on
breaking
us
We
won't
halt
in
the
path
of
hardship
Anyone
can
hold
the
helm
while
the
sea
is
calm
But
can
anyone
dictate
a
war
while
the
front
line
pushes
on?
Anyone
can
hold
the
helm
while
the
sea
is
calm
But
can
anyone
dictate
a
war
while
the
front
line
pushes
on?
Anyone
can
hold
the
helm
while
the
sea
is
calm
But
can
anyone
dictate
a
war
while
the
front
line
pushes
on?
Anyone
can
hold
the
helm
while
the
sea
is
calm
But
can
anyone
dictate
a
war
while
the
front
line
pushes
on?
Anyone
can
hold
the
helm
while
the
sea
is
calm
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