The Memory, Salmo - Night Of The Living Dead testo (lyrics)

We have to make them blind
So they will enjoy what we transmit
The worst fables of the centuries
In those empty screens
Building false hopes and dreams of greatness
While we're becomin' poor and small
Ready made personalities are sold
For a few cents

So sinkin' in an ocean
Of regardless emptiness we are walking deads
Goin' out of time without a common sense
Dreamin' to bеcome what we used to hatе
Our popular, asphyxiating decay
They are countin' the victims
From the last battles
The desperates' cemetery is becomin'
Bigger and bigger
So they are preparin' their stomach to eat us
Meanwhile they entertain us
I'm just wonderin' why
When it will be our turn?
Losin' houses, families
Dignity, brightness, integrity
To preserve this system