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| A thankless task |
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Lost all I've ever known
Lost my life lost my soul
The die has been cast
All my life a thankless task
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| A moment of clarity |
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In a drunken conversation
With those who've been true
In which the world was explained to me
I stand for what I believe
I believe I'm the one
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| The escape |
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Dark clouds shadow my vision
As my life begins to slip
Reality roosts on me
I gather my enemies
For a picnic in jerico
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| Chamber of one |
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I am the architect of all this disarray
I am the author of my own pain
A hell alive.Inside
A chamber of one
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| Generations |
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What is passed down through time am I
All what is buried is not dead
It's a wonderful life,alive,a lie
He who waits is grey
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| Giving up the lies |
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Subdue the fear I m left for dead
A character with no author
Age of nonsense this reign of fear
Kill their messengers
Under siege-defiant to the end
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| Faceless |
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Desensitised,distorted your future's black
Corruptions disposed
Assassinate or degenerate
A world within a world-faceless
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| Tribal convictions |
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Voivod's song |
Dance for masters...primitive
Full of colors...offensive
I've just arrived
Like a flash in the dark
My life has been
Lit up like a spark
They turn around the big fire
They sing a song to get higher
I've just got here
To find underbrains
I'll watch their voodoo
That starts the rain
Are there any forces
Are there two faces
Are there some chances
We've never seen...that before
It's what we've been...waiting for
It just arrived
To save our lives
The flying lord
The god of all time
Have no idea....what it thinks
But have no fear...we trust it
It is the leader
Of our sacred wars
Came from the sky
It rules so far
Are there any forces
Are there two faces
Are there some chances
They're searching for something
Something to believe in...
Their convictions
Blood effusion
Is it a crime
Their convictions
Self-destruction
At the right time
Their convictions
Exploitation
Under the sigh
It's gonna be more
It's gonna be war
It's gonna be...
Who's the god
Who's the dog
Who's the dog
Who's god...Who's dog
Who's god...Who's dog
Who's god...Who's dog
Who's god...Who's dog
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| A dead issue |
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Belching filth from a bible black
Today's saviour is nailed and dead
Reeking sublime with eyes sewn shut
Forced fed hunger to make a sale
Inventing tomorrow's god
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| Haunting your horizons |
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Your last sanctuary,the salt in your wound
You're lost on broken ground
Contemplating your desires
Bringing this to an end
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