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Death is calling motherless child Dark wooden treasure full of delight Morning greets you miserable child But sunlight forgot you there is only the night
I promise evil is on my side When I walk the path of sorrow Why do you stand here Face down Alone sad almost cold as ice Killed and smashed by all your
Go fuck the world you are living in Open your eyes this is the real hell There is just your freedom-killing You stay a slave dead and gone When will you
Understand Your freedom is caged You denied your own identity Not just peace Its so much more That you start to deconstruct HOW YOU ACT HOW YOU TALK
Indoctrination of millions Sick brains breed sick ideas No illusions about the truth Sick minds are open to lies A whole mass is watching While pain pours
She sang as she dealt the blow and fell And the telephone rang As she wrote some words on a piece of paper And jumped into the dark To free himself Don
Forced into my own observations Alone, bruised, with thoughts of revelation Four walls becoming my new hemisphere Encircled, caught, by visions yet unclear
Touch this hand This face is yours It will never be here again Please remember these times Bite the pain As dead eyes stare Cold blood stays A freezing
In times When worlds collide My nails are in Sopciety?s flesh And if I lose, welcome annihilation In times When worlds collide I will be The thorn in
Born ? but never raised You?re not a human you?re just a product Fearful eyes ? see nothing but death Mutated ears hear nothing but cries No beautiful
Endless insanity Recreation of symmetry Like two stars we make a whole Discipline and fantasy Strength and unity Of mind body and soul TO REACH A HIGHER
This fire still burns A fire inside keeps me moving It never dies A feeling of hope from deep inside A world gone mad All hearts stoned to death Won?t
I can hear the voices ? the voices in the dark I can see the path ? the path of the dead Please take my hand ? and show me the sorrow Here where the dead
?Some find their death by sword and bullet, and some by fluids down the gullet.? [Thomas Rowlandson 1816] Open your eyes in an ice cold room Wake up
The spirit of the valley never dies The gate of the subtle profound female Is the root of heaven and earth Use it and you will never wear it out There