Purified In Blood - Imprisoned Freedom текст песни

of our constant consumption
this sadistic culture has shackled resistance
and forced us deeper into desperation
abandoning reason as we accept treason

the clothes on our backs - sown by bleeding hands
the flesh you eat - grown on stolen land
this foul stench of deceit will not die until we are free
there is no time for reconsolidation
we have imprisoned freedom

i can't digest and i can't accept the words unleashed
when you preach about what is wrong and what is right
when lies are justified through modified divine rights

left to find new ways to regain our freedom
guerrilla warfare - the last hope for liberation