| I can see beneath the veil
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| And the curtain of Hypocrisy
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| The hidden nature of things
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| Get rid of your old perception
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| And you’ll behold a world in decrepitude
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| Controlled by unseen hands
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| Geniuses of camouflage
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| Dwarves on pedestals
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| Lead the throng with a perfid tongue
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| And a sardonic sneer
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| You must read between the lines
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| To find out what their treacherous words hide…
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| «We are right and they are wrong
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| They are weak and we are strong
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| For freedom’s sake we attack
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| And wipe the blood of our foes with a flag
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| Come by my side, reveal your patriotic pride
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| We hold the hammer of justice
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| Sacrosanct keepers of purity
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| We need more lives to feed the machine…
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| We have to win, by any mean
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| In blood we trust, there is no choice
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| The planet is overpopulated
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| It’s our duty to clean it up
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| Some sub humans deserve to die
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| That’s why I opt for a gentle genocide…
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| To secure peace is to prepare for war…»
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| And it goes on and on, the American way of lie
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| An utopia sold to the fools who follow a false idol
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| During that time, the gears of Power grind peoples
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| But silent slaughters don’t disturb one’s sleep
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| I’m part of an ill generation whose forehead
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| Bear the stigmata of fictive revolutions
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| But my hands are tied and I’m mute
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| Chocking with my own despair
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| The plain red of these curtains is clotted scabs and dried bloodstains
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| It’s so clear, can’t you hear the human tragedy which is played?
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| A supreme terror spreads in the shadows
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| The dunes resound with a million screams
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| Geyser of tears erupt from the burning ground
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| As skeleton nations march for vengeance |