| Spiraling down into a world without a conscious
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| Selflessness a vision rarely seen
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| Crawling out of the sickness that surrounds us
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| Drifting from a womb of selfish greed
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| The righteous are long for death
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| Martyrs now cognizant
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| Filled with doubt my hatred becomes boundless
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| Cannot rest in dens of enemies
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| Let them pray for a change that they’ll call progress
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| Renew their faith so that they may proceed
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| The righteous are longing for death
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| Martyrs now cognizant
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| I see the herds of passive flesh
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| Plunging to their untimely deaths
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| Our world is falling to pieces
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| The essence of this world is rotten
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| Decaying in a violent sea
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| Lost souls forgotten
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| In perpetual dormancy
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| I see the herds of passive flesh
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| Wandering from the hope they’ve left
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| Cannot forget their faces |