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THY ART IS MURDER - Destroyer Of Dreams (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Marsh
Andrew Marsh
Lead Guitar
Jesse Beahler
Jesse Beahler
Drums
Kevin Butler
Kevin Butler
Bass Guitar
Sean Delander
Sean Delander
Rhythm Guitar
Tyler Miller
Tyler Miller
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thy Art Is Murder
Thy Art Is Murder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Putney
Will Putney
Producer

Lyrics

Father won't be coming home, the child cries As we savor such sweet sorrow No, my angel, you must witness the greatest martyrfication Of the failed design, of wretched civilization We fall as far as devils' arms can stretch God was once but may he rest In this putrid basin of bloodstained glass and bullet casings The world was bright, the world was yours The world was pure but it is no more This world is hell's for the taking Close the coffin, bury your sons And realize no war is ever won Still we charge to the beat of the drum Selfish fools, what have we become? Mechanized assembly lines Churning out sophisticated death designs War machine so refined Mutilated bodies on the front line Corpses line the streets, set ablaze Survivors' guilty conscience counting down the days Losing their identity, hunting down the enemy Wallow in the misery of bloodstained memories Destroyer of dreams The damage is done Here comes the beat of the war drum Here comes the beat of the war drum Every hand becomes a fist All hope incinerates Take sight, aim straight Close your eyes Annihilate Close the coffin, bury your sons And realize no war is ever won Still we charge to the beat of the drum Selfish fools, what have we become? Shadow government dealing punishment All will worship at the serpent's covenant Human casualties, engineered insanity Wallow in the misery of bloodstained memories Destroyer of dreams The life of mankind The death in between Destroyer of dreams The damage is done Here comes the beat of the war drum Here comes the beat of the war drum Every hand becomes a fist All hope incinerates Take sight, aim straight Close your eyes Annihilate The world was bright, the world was yours The world was pure but it is no more This world is hell's for the taking This world is hell's for the taking Every hand becomes a fist All hope incinerates Take sight, aim straight Close your eyes Annihilate
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