whispers tell the tale striking distance to defeat push so hard to keep sane view the masses so diseased violence carries over find a trace of peace and hide those content with slowy dying must arise or they ll find us all enslaved dead or depraved when the choice is made the martyrs will awake enslaved dead or depraved piled high in an unmarked grave freedom lies in thoughts far beyond what they ve been told so at peace are the slaves who deny imprisoned souls black clouds of despair loom so high so surreal pure greed stands tall while the rest fucking kneel they re enslaved dead or depraved when the choice is made so much weakness ingrained enslaved dead or depraved piled high in an unmarked grave this world is bent on breaking us this world is bent on breaking us serve fear lose or conquer this world is bent on breaking us we won t halt in the path of hardship anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm but can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm but can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm but can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm but can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm 