Writhe Within this inner struggle Which we call rebellion And the hopeless masses Decaying under nations We speak in so many tongues Only to keep repeating Same old nothings Into the same dead Fabrications made of cold steel The seperations are bred within the veins Through the desecration of your creators soul And the illusions of your governing controls Breaking through life Facing bloodshined eyes Ending it with home made cyanide With your man made kerosene Swallow it all down Born only to fail Created only to fall Fabrications made of cold steel The seperations are bred within the veins Through the desecration of your creators soul And the illusions of your governing controls
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