This is our reality, our sarcastic state

We learn new religion, a religion of hate

Because of the shadows in which we depend

Our tormented lives never end



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All right



Born out of ignorance still here we lie

Death growing closer as time slips by

Cold black stone, with blood at our feet

Should we accept that we are weak?



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You rip away our independence

We can cope without you

Alone are we in our death sentence

In dependence we will do



Silence of the masses

Silence of the masses



Ignorance teaches to admit inferior

To follow an icon, a construct superior

Listen to use, freedom is the right

A vision beyond this barren sight



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