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Before my eyes a dark blue sky. |
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The mortal ones they drown in lies. |
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Hate in a new shape. |
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Within the flames a new breed walkes. |
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Fetus of hate. |
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Possession, fate. |
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Our apathy has been punctured by those. |
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We've been consumed by a firestorm. |
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Saviour, we call upon thee. |
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Born in an illusion of yours |
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I'm what you supress, try to forget. |
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Now I have arrived to let you feel what is rightfully yours. |
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You are to me like an open book, on page one you will find a human sacrifice. |
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This you call life. |
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Just an illusion of mine. |
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This you call life. |
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It equals a handfull of pathetic lies. |