Enslaved, Dead or Depraved Songtext
von Jamey Jasta feat. D. Randall Blythe

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