Into The Arms Of Cruelty Lyrics - Tactical - World Under Blood

There's no real way to make the best of the worst 

We are sentenced at birth onto a prison we still call the Earth 

The pre-adolescent mind records 

And stores all that they see, feel, and hear 

And the actions of adulthood at best are carried out in fear 

A figure of neglect stands above the shape of innocence 

Succumbs to insecurities and issues cruel punishment 

Unqualified, yet socially identified as symbols of poverty 

Entitled to our cognizance 

You can burn in hell for knowing what you know 

Projections of a bastard, reaping what you sow 

Feeding the illusion, a child's faith erodes 

A new soul, a blank face 

An innocent expression already erased 

A new soul into the arms of cruelty 

A blank face into the arms of cruelty 

An innocent expression into the arms of cruelty 

Already erased 

There's no real way to make the best of the worst 

We are sentenced at birth onto a prison we still call the Earth 

Why can you ignore the warnings? 

And how can you truly welcome the product of yourself 

Into the arms of cruelty? 

Feeding the illusion that you want them in your custody 

The helpless child trusts the arms of cruelty 

A new soul into the arms of cruelty 

A blank face into the arms of cruelty 

An innocent expression into the arms of cruelty 

Already erased