Built to die

Conception,
the seed is planted bringing this life to hell we call home.

Raised to be the fullest but never getting the satisfaction of truly living,
of truly living.

Once grown and at its prime the rest is death.
Gathered with the others it time to feel your fate.
For all who's greedy it's a sacrifice of life for life.

While blood fills the eyes of those who wait an eternity seems to past.
The razor sharp tool slowly cut through the flesh.
This gruesome process continues as a built to die.

This is the end of life.
This is the end of life.

Money is the culprit, as we know its importance.

It's all but death,
its life just like the ones taken from the deceased.
Taken from the deceased.

They were built to die, built to die.
They were built to die, built to die.

Once grown and at its prime the rest is death.
Gathered with the others it time to feel your fate.
The razor sharp tool slowly cut through the flesh.
This gruesome process continues.

As a built to die system and nothing more, this guilt is not a word?
As a built to die system
We call home.

Raised to be, the fullest but never getting the satisfaction of truly living.

Of truly living

This is thee end of life (x4)