"Scars" lyrics

Breathe deep
Last gasps of the peasant
Suffocating on sulfurs of hell
Master the weapon of suffering
Another soul cast to the well
Baroness, building your fortress
Inhale the poison you spread
Sacrificial lambs to the slaughter
Kill for the scraps, drone till you're dead

How much can you fucking take?
Scars of discourse
Beaten backs will fucking break
Scars of discourse

Feeding frenzy of violent destruction
Gnashing teeth turn days to dust
Soured sheep of moral corruption
You suffer for them
You die with us
Die with us

A seat at the table of fools
Betrayed by the God whom you trust
The dagger that cuts in plain sight
You suffer for them
You die with us

How much can you fucking take?
Scars of discourse
Beaten backs will fucking break
Scars of discourse
Carved into our skin

Oppression to profit
We're all just cogs in a wheel
Drenched in blood
Devouring hope
We're all guilty
Another human sacrifice

Our deaths will make a wake
Your backs will fucking break
How much will you take?
Scars of discourse
Our deaths will make a wake
Your backs will fucking break
How much will you take?
Scars of discourse