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False hope, lies, and war motives,
Weak mind control, led by fear,
Suffer in his name.
Scape goat, sacrifice, led by lies,
blind faith excuses, led by lies.
All your gods are false gods,
All your gods are false.
Another symptom, terminal.
Another symptom, terminal case of man.
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God Shines On Fools
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Archaic and out of touch, a purpose long expired.
Terror, dictator, prey on the meek, corrupt and decadent.
God? Delusion! God? Delusion! Self-serving bile.
God? Delusion! God? Delusion! Predatory, vile.
Science, logic, and common sense, or a redundant fairy tale?
Irrelevant, bigoted, bloated corpse, corrupt and decadent.
God only shines on fools and children,
God only shines on fools.
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Slave To The Mind
02:03
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Out of control, zeroed again,
Black dog that won’t relent.
Can’t look away, forced into sight,
Not king of the world, just a slave to the mind.
Shadowed existence, wait for the fix,
Dark passenger.`
Can’t look away, forced into sight,
Not king of the world, just a slave to the mind.
Obfuscate again...
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Can you hear the sound of an enormous door slamming in the depths of hell?
The possibility of life's destruction.
Can you hear the cries of pain, the mournful sounds?
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The Value Of Nothing
01:02
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Expired machine, useless tech,
Disposable youth, discarded wreck.
Nothing is worth saving any more.
Corners cut, short term goal,
Replacement life, false profit.
Surrounded by graveyards in waste,
We value nothing.
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The Sleep Of Reason
01:22
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Ill informed, bandwagon, perception rage,
Mob rules in the witch hunting again.
Calculation left aside, blood red again,
Eager to drop the boot, ignorant to shades of grey,
Self-righteous, blinkered views, clenched fists.
The loudest voice should always be questioned.
Decay is read between the lines.
No reason, no sense.
The sleep of reason produces monsters.
Ill informed, band wagon, mob rules,
The sleep of reason.
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Death On A Stale Bed:
This spit of torment,
Like acid to the shield,
Of my final refuge,
It bleeds your silhouette.
You say it all when those lips are sewn shut.
A familiar path of degradation,
It's a well worn road.
Corpsehanger:
Faked your last breath, you know they're coming,
Hanging like a corpse, waiting for the sun.
Stuck in spiral dive, this is no swan song.
The Earth resurrected to greet you with open arms.
Faked your own death, locked collision course,
Figures of dead angels, burned your eyes.
Stuck in spiral dive, this is no swan song.
The Earth resurrected to greet you with open arms.
You're pissing your life away,
Writing a name in the snow.
Weakener:
Exist to be the victim, focus on the fall,
Your self-inflicted spotlight at the centre of it all.
Push away the out stretched hands, dig another hole,
Sink deeper into the grave you blinkered oh so well.
Dwell in isolation, damaged to no end.
Loaded dice, another vice, another broken friend.
Last chance, last card,
Another postcard from the edge, another dream to sell.
The shadow of your former life grows weaker by the day,
Choose your destiny, fuck that kind of life.
Your grip upon your own life gets weaker by the day,
Victim of your destiny, fuck that kind of life.
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Violent World
01:23
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Pregnant mothers in mexico,
Give birth to stillborn monster babies.
Hideous deformed two-headed monsters,
Vivisected for your magazine essay.
Come on, come on, come on to the violent world with me.
Nazi demons, nazi youth,
Wolverines in dark brown suits.
Yeah, they shove you in an oven and you start to cook.
Blame it all on nazi youth
Come on, come on, come on to the violent world with me.
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