Letra da Música Contortionist Conformist de Tragic Black

Suffocating in a coffin.
Life inside forgotten.
Wasted away and rotten, our culture conforms so often.
Living in a world their lost in,
contortionists in their coffin.
Lost in a world of corporate delusions, a processed life of dogmatic solutions.
With fears and restrictions.
False futures, and predictions.
Take a recommended dosage, sedative prescriptions.
Dissected, operated, and degenerated.
The monster that you see is the monster you created.
Cause and effect, and we've been affecting.
This growing illness has been neglected.
Neglected..
Forget about your reality as your dead life passes by. (Dont Cry)
Living in a flesh coffin, every day you die. (Decay)
Hanging on a corporate noose, your dead body from a tie. (You're still alive)
Your body on a leash until the day you die. (When will you open your eyes?)
Submission is Destruction!