The World Devourers Lyrics

The massive gallery of killing tools,
A mad number of technological mircales.
Weapons not only kill their targets,
They also kill those who pull the triggers.
Violence, the language of the weak.

Let the pen be mightier, than the sword.

Wartime absurdity,
Is economical prosperity,
Greed over conscience.
Mothers weep over their dead son's bodies,
While prices are increasing in stock.
One man's sorrow is another man's pleasure.
Is that it?

All these victims of greed and loss,
You cannot forget, all these pictures.
A soldiers innocence,
Devoured by feirce memories.

Let the pen be mightier, than the sword.
Tamed, Deceived,
Enslaved by power.
Lost devoured,
Consumed with trauma.
Enslaved by power,
The World Devourers