You twisted, unintentional engineers
Of the apocalypse you’re trying to survive
Prayers fall upon the deaf ears
Of men who believe they’re alive
Knives, knives in the back of -
Knives, knives in your back
Knives in the back of your missionaries
The king of kings is the king of neglect
The king of kings is the king of neglect
And we’re all unwilling marionettes
Controlled by your apathy, chained by regret
Enslaved
And we’re all unwilling marionettes
A life on our knees and look what we get
Enslaved
Our throats are all sore from desperation
Our souls are all dead and he’s waiting to collect
Our souls are all dead
And we’re all unwilling marionettes
Controlled by your apathy, chained by regret
Enslaved
And we’re all unwilling marionettes
A life on our knees
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024