Текст песни Reason - Devilish Trio , Altare

Prepare to meet your maker yes it's baker creeping with approach
The judge it hides within the shadows so be careful of what's spoke
Fear the sight it comes at night
Deep In the woods the monsters dwell
Beneath the surface of the soil
Lies the miseries of hell
In the marrow of this sickness
I take pleasure in the weakness
Of another feel no love for one and other bring the vengeance
I burden earth this walking plague
In their eyes I'm just wasted space
So I retaliate with hate and fight the fight for all our fates
I put my head into the clouds and then I slowly lose my stress
My senses now begin to dim I feel detached from all the rest
With these words I add a depth I try to focus in the moment
Thoughts are rushing through my head
For every time I feel awoken
In the waves of distortion lost my grip of sanity
In this life I feel aborted shunned by all humanity
Everything's inanity I've come to realize this is truth
Through anger and profanity I speak these words that show the clues
Don't obey what your told and use your brain to sense the lies
It doesn't take a fucking genius to see its mind genocide
Go ahead and pray if it makes you feel safe
Wish the sins to go away but never will you be okay

Cause you got me so high
And you left me so lone
Now I see it all night
Cause I can't go home
And you're the Reason
Why Why Why
You're the Reason
Why Why

Won't let me live
They will never just leave me be
All the shit I see in mainstream makes me sick
And not wanna be apart of this planet no more
If intelligence is out there then they laugh at us like fools
There's no point to even compare
Empty lies from our leaders start the crumble of a nation
Trust is now a question as the government keeps wasting
All our hard made money in some fight we have no place in
Need to bring it back on home and get that money in circulation
But look closer still we have a lot to learn in our species as a whole
Tensions building everyday as opinions start to grow
Everyone now has a voice and they all wanna make it know
Stirring shit within the pit and trying to spite our own
They say there's hope for my future if I just bow to Uncle Sam
Why do I need your permission to make money in this land
Take a cut of what we make and just pretend that nothing wrong
Tell me face the music kid you better obey and move along
Something ain't right if I'm going hungry at night
All these bills they keep stacking up
And the pressure is gettin tight on
My mind it feeling like a punching bag to these suits
Demoralizing the subject just to mold them to their views
Fear the master of puppets that holds the strings they suffocate
Cut me free so I can leave
I take no part in what they make
Try to paint a perfect picture of this planet we call home
But all I see in our people is just a bunch of selfish drones