Create lyrics explanation
Select some words and click "Explain" button. Then type your
knowledge, add image or YouTube video till "Good-o-meter" shows
"Cool" or "Awesome!". Publish your explanation with "Explain"
button. Get karma points!
The Final Burden – Processor lyrics
Get in line, one by one
One after the other
We are playing the robot game
I have been here before, my mind is appearing to recollect itself
Where is there a place that shuns away
Those That Have not seen the light
A place where there is only truth and no other is looked upon
Here it goes again, like feeding meat to the wolves
We throw our intellect to waste
Empty our bullshit on the riches of the earth
Empty our bullshit on the riches of the earth
Breathe for a second
Breathe for a second
Breathe for a second
Breathe for a second
Tortured beings are more likely to burn
We are the sheep to the shepherd, the shepherd of shit
Murder the faithful
Pillage the village
And sacrifice their heads to me
Pain in their stomachs will bring forth the phlegm
Their balls on a platter to feast upon their children
Sped Up the process of elimination and seek the smell of rotten good
Pain in their stomachs will bring forth the phlegm
Their balls on a platter to feast upon their children
Tortured beings are more likely to burn
Breathe for a second
One after the other
We are playing the robot game
I have been here before, my mind is appearing to recollect itself
Where is there a place that shuns away
Those That Have not seen the light
A place where there is only truth and no other is looked upon
Here it goes again, like feeding meat to the wolves
We throw our intellect to waste
Empty our bullshit on the riches of the earth
Empty our bullshit on the riches of the earth
Breathe for a second
Breathe for a second
Breathe for a second
Breathe for a second
Tortured beings are more likely to burn
We are the sheep to the shepherd, the shepherd of shit
Murder the faithful
Pillage the village
And sacrifice their heads to me
Pain in their stomachs will bring forth the phlegm
Their balls on a platter to feast upon their children
Sped Up the process of elimination and seek the smell of rotten good
Pain in their stomachs will bring forth the phlegm
Their balls on a platter to feast upon their children
Tortured beings are more likely to burn
Breathe for a second
Lyrics taken from
/lyrics/t/the_final_burden/processor.html
