Procreating the Infection Songtext
von Beneath the Massacre

When it all meets at the top
All hands on deck
Would be for themselves
Industry of madness
Suffocating the vision behind my back
This is the end
Nothing is more to be said
As the last line evades the border
This is the end
Nothing is more to be said
As the world′s aware of what's transpired from behind
But this can′t be the end
It's the first of a living dead
In which I'll be an eye to lead
Every time, every way, everyday, again
Every moment, the terror of consequence
Centuries of exploitation
What does it for all the odds?
Centuries of exploitation
We′re making a move to move


All hands on deck
Would be for themselves
But it′s all been said and done
We create an environment
Now we must pay the price
Centuries of exploitation
What does it for all the odds?
Centuries of exploitation
We're making a move to move
But this can′t be the end
It's the first of a living dead
In which I′ll be an eye to lead
Every time, every way, everyday, again
Every moment, the terror of consequence
All hands on deck
Would be for themselves
But it's all been said and done
We create an environment
Now we must pay the price
Time is now solidified
We′ve won the final blow
We've had the number called
All hands on deck
Would be for themselves
But it's all been said and done