| Human profit immolations
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| For the gain benefits
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| It’s the trample of creation
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| For the avarice and greed
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| For years of confinement
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| This path is unaltered
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| Victim is survival
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| In place so iniquitous
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| In abyss of essence we trapped for a while
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| Every step was predicted in upper high above
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| In torture and torment we come into this world
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| It follows all your path until the final breath
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| Down for life when nothing here tells that future shining bright
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| Past is false and future is myth, keep for real, here and now
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| For years of confinement
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| This path is unaltered
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| In stream of ageless, timeless desolation we roam again from the distinctive
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| world
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| Again and over the different creations the soul is reborn in this Universe
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| In abyss of essence we trapped for a while
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| Every step was predict in upper high above
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| The road is leading the faith’s destination, what can I see at the end of the
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| path?
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| Will I obtain and deserve the redemption, set the bird free from the temporal
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| shell?
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| Tell me why I am drifting in this world
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| Till the things I loved are fastly passing by
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| Is there place where I can find my own
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| Peace for lonely soul and inner paradise
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| So if I leave don’t fail in distress
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| I ll show the guarding light that blazing in the dark
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| Just go this path and dont turn back away
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| It’s fastly running life and cruel suspended time |