Indentured now as servants trapped beneath the weight Bone crushing reality that snared the hand of fate Saviours to soldiers all are perilous in mind To starve a nation yet and pander to its pride Concealed within Apathy routine And yet we preach Can you believe that people never thought of asking? What more do we forfeit when scared of the unmasking Concealed within Apathy routine And yet we preach Dead as the prophets warning Drowned in the same mire In carnival of souls We march to expire Broken the wreckage points to constant self renewal So treat the symptoms once more, blind to the fall Concealed within Apathy routine And yet we preach Dead as the prophets warning Drowned in the same mire In carnival of souls We march to expire And through the degradation Passed by a single cause This through control is reason Enslaved forevermore
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