Religion changed the face of man, thou shalt not kill, we all are gone The seed of ignorance is born thou shalt not think, thou shalt conform The pigs
The media loves the latest tragic suicide They exploit it, then package it and profit from the people who die Look at the world, look at the hell, look
distance glow beyond the haze The hypocrites bear witness to the end of days This is your final warning, a war on freewill is coming This disillusion, this
again I hate the way you judge me I hate that you're above me Can't humanity reach a certain point of understanding? Why do we live this way? Why
Slithering slow and sepentine coiled around your spine My willing victim so sublime, one taste and you are mine Did you remember to feed me while I was
Did you ever wonder why the wind blows cold? Did you ever realize your face is painted on my soul? In between your whispers so sincere I'll catch
despise And their sky cries Mary Trained, I see imperfection in your race Lying in wait, blind, I suffer knowing I?ll never reach your heaven Why is this
bringer of doom Now sullen the demons fade away and summon their final call Lydia slayed them all The pain is born from memory of pleasures unparalleled and pure This
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out of time Waiting while the acid words are feeding Watching as your will's deteriorating When I'm dead will you remember all the things I've tried to say? This
fly through this godless endeavor We try to explain the black forever I feel helpless and alone, trapped on the third stone I feel permanently stoned, this godless endeavor
Traduction: Jamais plus. Cette Godless Endeavor.
: The media loves the latest tragic suicide They exploit it, then package it and profit from the people who die Look at the world, look at the hell
the distance glow beyond the haze The hypocrites bear witness to the end of days This is your final warning, a war on freewill is coming This disillusion, this
And their sky cries Mary Trained I see imperfection in your race Lying in wait, blind I suffer knowing I?ll never reach your heaven Why is this control
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: Slithering slow and serpentine coiled around your spine My willing victim so sublime, one taste and you are mine Did you remember to feed me while