Violently Leading the Blind
Raging Ambition: Unveiling the Depths of Human Desolation
Lyrics
Fools to the beat of a thousand drums thunder
Fools follow the rhythm of a powerful force, like a thousand drums echoing like thunder
Like a swarm to the already cursed crop
People gather like a swarm to a crop that is already cursed
The toll of the victims a thousand times stronger
The suffering of the victims is amplified a thousand times, making it more potent
Enforcing a riot seems like blind luck
Creating chaos and rebellion appears to be a matter of chance or luck
Enforcing a riot seems like child's play
Causing chaos and rebellion seems easy, like child's play
Its bloodshed, hatred and rage that drives the ambition of this age
The driving force behind the ambitions of this age is bloodshed, hatred, and rage
Torture for sins unknown
Torture is inflicted for unknown sins
And what of the horror
Questions arise about the horror and the purpose of the actions
And what is the point
Questioning the significance or meaning of the ongoing events
And what of this constant fucking degradation that we have all assumed to oppose
Expressing frustration with the constant degradation that everyone seems to accept and oppose
And what is the reason that you truly think you care
Questioning the sincerity behind the care or concern for the situation
Cause in the end this fucking world was never ours to begin with
Suggesting that ultimately, the world was never truly owned or belonged to anyone
Fall in line, obey the time, sell more than you know you're worth
Conforming to societal expectations, obeying time, and selling oneself short
In the end the truth of the matter is that we never had a choice to begin with
Realizing that, in the end, individuals never had a real choice in their actions
Fools to the beat of a thousand drums thunder
Repetition of the idea of people blindly following a powerful force, with the toll on victims growing
The toll of the victims now seems harder, growing weaker
The impact on victims becomes harder, and they are growing weaker
So what of the horror
Continuation of questions about horror and purpose
So what is the point
Continuation of questioning the significance or meaning of ongoing events
So what of this constant fucking pestilence that we have all assumed to oppose
Expressing frustration with a constant and widespread pestilence that is opposed but accepted
And what is the reason that you truly think you care
Questioning the sincerity behind caring about the situation
Cause in the end, this fucking world wasn't ours to begin with
Reiterating that the world was never truly owned or belonged to anyone
Fall in line, obey the time, sell more than you know you're worth
Conforming to societal expectations, obeying time, and undervaluing oneself
In the end the truth of the matter is that we never had a choice
Reiterating the lack of real choice in the end
Fools to the beat of a thousand drums thunder
Repetition of the idea of people blindly following a powerful force, with the toll on victims growing
The toll of the victims now seems harder, growing weaker
The impact on victims becomes harder, and they are growing weaker
All that has been left stained in mind
All that remains is stained in the mind
Discretion, a common joke, whispers dishounourably on the tongues of the holy
Discretion is mocked, and rumors dishonor the holy
Like an infection his name spread throughout the kingdom
Similar to an infection, a name spreads dishonorably throughout the kingdom
I feel the poison as it stains me from the bottom of my hate
Feeling the impact of poison staining from deep hatred
Invoking rage pulsing from chest to grave although the thought of a broken line has killed me more
Evoking intense rage, even though the idea of a broken line (limit) has caused great suffering
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