| The world at war
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| Hate flows and now I’m questioning
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| We ask, «Is this the way? |
| Do we believe?»
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| No one’s answering
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| A few words may be heard
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| Temptation within my head
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| Collecting the treads of fate
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| In a colorless 3D world
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| Now I’m filling up inside
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| A snake sleeps by my side
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| The news, spitting words of lies
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| Transmitting waves of visual decay
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| Once it opened, I climbed in
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| Communication, wondering
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| Once it opened, I climbed in
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| Communication, wondering
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| Lost in the connection
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| Communication sublime
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| Lost in the connection
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| Communication sublime
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| Blood flows in the pulse
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| Like liquid hate, we fall
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| As deep in the network soil
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| No one’s wondering
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| Generations lost
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| Holy devastation to land
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| Crops need water to grow
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| But eternal hatred, we sow
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| Guns and bullets won’t work
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| Vaporize their souls
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| Our land slowly rots and decays
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| No pride left
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| Once it opened, I climbed in
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| Communication, wondering
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| Once it opened, I climbed in
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| Communication, wondering
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| Lost in the connection
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| Communication sublime
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| Lost in the connection
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| Communication sublime
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| Deep in my inner beliefs
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| I can’t find any relief
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| Enemies in the mirror of life
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| Taking control of all resorts
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| Deep in my inner beliefs
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| I can’t find any relief
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| Enemies in the mirror of life
|
| Taking control of all resorts
|
| A few words may be heard
|
| Temptation within my head
|
| Collecting the treads of fate
|
| In a colorless 3D world
|
| Now I’m filling up inside
|
| A snake sleeps by my side
|
| The news, spitting words of lies
|
| Transmitting waves of visual decay
|
| Lost in the connection
|
| Communication sublime
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| Lost in the connection
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| Communication sublime |