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Unrelenting, their endeavour to rule lives Teaching you an artificial truth, that you will grieve no more, that you will die no more Narrow minded mercenaries
To erase three generations. To slaugther millions of dreams. A monument of suffering. Build from human flesh. A world taken away from ever. Existence
Loosing touch with reality In your world of plenty it's so easy to preach love Holier than thou, your order that shall rule Yet, at the walls of your
to stay the course! Consistent, without anguish! We may sow the seeds of upheaval just from the outside; but with burning hearts we shall recur
sound on icy streets Almost too weak to cry out the spell His servants won't slow down our steps Blood red will be those streets and burning castles
Are you still the one I used to know? Where is the fire in your eyes? Do you remember all the things we used to share? Your strong words gave hope to
An overbearing dogma in disguise Superstition displacing all reality Debasing mother nature and dreaming of Intelligent Design Adulterated doctrine, so
Blood trickles away in the sand All hope crushed, perished in the border fences of a secure stronghold We crossed this lost world, so much distress we
go with them Forsaken and unseen Always accepting the inevitable Won't make you find your peace There is no substitute for your lost dignity No one shall
When I'm in this state of mind, I'm wishing I was blind, Sometimes life is more than pain to me I feel the power of my grief, Death would be such a relief
False prophets rule your life The whole world absorbed by the darkness in your heart Only flames of sorrow light your way through the night Your hands
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Words - these words of freedom A bequest - never to be silenced In this world of lies, the truth, it means resistance To make the masses see and sense
See them die! They Die! A rain of blood should cover our world Stench and decay should be the only thing we sense But hidden in the dark and erased from
kill their needs A common way to happiness, but I never learned to sell myself Poets became silent, While clowns arose and burned the books again No
Greed and addiction drowned their pity Washed away their thoughts of compassion and regret A world left wounded, slaved and raped Your paradise is hell