Land Of The Dead
Unveiling the Dystopian Tale: Land Of The Dead by Filthy Militia
Lyrics
The animals are coming out tonight
The animals are emerging tonight, hinting at a chaotic or unpredictable situation.
The cage was left open, something ain't right
The confinement has been breached, suggesting an impending danger or disturbance.
You better stay home
A cautionary warning to stay indoors for safety.
You better stay out of sight
Advising to remain hidden from whatever threat is outside.
They feed on the scraps left over by society
The marginalized are surviving on what society discards, implying neglect of certain groups.
The kind they never offer to you or me
A contrast between what society provides and what certain individuals receive.
But we all got our price
We all have a price or a limit to what we can endure.
And nothing comes for free
Nothing valuable is obtained without a cost.
And it's none for all and all for one
Each person is on their own in this environment, a lack of collective support.
The heart and soul is ripped out before they've even begun
Individuals lose their essence before truly starting, possibly due to harsh circumstances.
Keep those memories locked away in your head
Preserving memories becomes crucial as a form of protection.
No giving or forgiving when you're living in the land of the dead
In this harsh reality, there's no room for generosity or absolution.
Hush, what's that? What's coming round?
Sensing an ominous presence approaching.
What is this descending on our little town
An impending force arriving at the town, potentially threatening.
To come and pay you off
Implying consequences faced after death, possibly related to actions taken while alive.
When you're six feet underground?
The repercussions faced in the afterlife for actions in this world.
And it's none for all and all for one
Reiterating the lack of collective support and individual struggle.
The heart and soul is ripped out before they've even begun
People lose their essence prematurely due to circumstances beyond their control.
Keep those memories locked away in your head
Preserving memories is vital in a place devoid of compassion or redemption.
No giving or forgiving when you're living in the land of the dead
In this environment, generosity and forgiveness have no place.
Shh, don't cry, there's nothing you can do
Console indicating powerlessness in altering the situation.
You won't recognise here when they're through
The aftermath will be unrecognizable, hinting at a profound change.
But if luck should have it
Hopeful possibility of finding a place amidst chaos, reliant on luck.
They might just have a place for you
Individual essence is lost prematurely due to circumstances beyond control.
And it's none for all and all for one
Preserving memories remains essential in a place devoid of compassion or redemption.
The heart and soul is ripped out before they've even begun
In this environment, kindness and absolution hold no value.
Keep those memories locked away in your head
Underlining the necessity to protect memories in a harsh, unforgiving setting.
No giving or forgiving when you're living in the land of
Reiterating the absence of generosity or absolution in this environment.
No giving or forgiving when you're living in the land of
Emphasizing the lack of generosity or absolution in this environment.
No giving or forgiving when you're living in the land of the dead
Reiterating the absence of generosity or absolution in this environment.
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