| We behind the curtain of covert, secret plans
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| And no one bare the truth for millions bondslaves
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| Frantic, enrage planning
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| For your extirpation
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| No one will tell what is the real
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| Who now sustains the flag
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| Epedemy of falsity
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| And deception of mass
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| Brother will kill for own greed
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| Sister will twist the knife
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| Beliefs consigned and cruel condemned
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| So this is genuine life
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| Mislead to the chasm
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| Of own confinement
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| Maybe it is detention
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| In perishable flesh
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| Total verification
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| For all your deeds and acts
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| One day we’ll face the ending
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| And step to the unknown
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| Is there the decent place
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| Or emptiness itself?
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| The plans of fate we can not just predict
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| What waits the next and where is the bitter end
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| So we still hope and keep the trust
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| For further better days
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| But time runs fast, grinding the real
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| Absorb and merge the days
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| What was just mine now this is gone
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| Fading and burn to dust
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| Only the questions remains the same
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| But no the answers still
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| This life and the frail being, we walking on the glass, looking through the
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| stream of time
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| It flows and I am loosing meaning of life without things I used to have near by
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| No one will tell what is the real
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| Who now sustains the flag
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| Epedemy of falsity
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| And deception of mass
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| Brother will kill for own greed
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| Sister will twist the knife
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| Beliefs consigned and cruel condemned
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| So this is genuine life
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| Farewell, we go to nonexistence, and only time will tell if our ways will ever
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| cross
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| We fade and just increase the distance, maybe in better point we will never
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| know the loss |