Текст (слова) песни: Behind The Scenery - Compressed Individuality

Abomination of inhuman logic - jailed and forgotten
No more dignity - imprisoned by narcotic sympathy

No use for useless gears in the machinery

The shameful hunt begins
When the strong select the weak

Who doesn`t fulfill the valid norms - isolated misery

Compressed - individuality
Compressed - live without dignity
Combustible - in the fire of ambition

Embodiment of cruel ingratitude
Compressed within the walls
Of loneliness, fear and despair
Kept, banished and condemned

Discarded like broken tools
Victims of inhuman conditions

There`s no place for inability
There`s no place for
Frailty and weakness

Act of grace, only a farce
The bread of charity tastes bitter
Freedom and pride
Swallowed by a jackal called man

Victims of inhuman conditions
Jailed in the temple of cynicsm
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Another Stranger
Apostle Of Greed
Blinded By Abnormality
Compressed Individuality
Emotional Obscurity
Innermost Emotions
Kneel to Pray
Lost Love
No Sinners, No Saints
Nocturnal Beauty
Pierce the Eyes
Pure Evil
Towards The Edge Of Degeneration
Under a Frozen Sun