| Strangled — By the strength of your poison made man
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| Tortured — By the absence of air consumed by everybody else
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| Tormented — By an ancient plan of gaining space
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| Crucified — By the idea of man you can’t understand…
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| Waiting for the storm
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| It’s time to put an end
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| To love and happiness
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| Present is so cruel
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| A retribution of madness
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| Marching on the storm
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| Going ahead without piety
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| Freedom is hunting me
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| In this blackest cloudy sky
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| Leave your mortal life behind…
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| Drown yourself in a world… of nothingness… entwined
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| Possessed — By torments of past memories
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| Devoured — By an hunger of centuries ago
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| Explosion — Is the sound of chains broken
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| Infection — Is the living hate through my veins
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| I am what you can’t control
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| I am fire in its purest form
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| I am built with the sound of anger
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| I am what you can’t complain
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| I am water blue and drained
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| I am built with the spine of horror
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| Waiting for the storm
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| Disease in spiral downwards
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| What I felt in that moment in time
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| Marching upon an altar, made of flesh and bones
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| An abyss of fury, instead an age of reason
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| I’m getting my freedom back, paying with your sun…
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| I’m getting my freedom back… Paying with your sun |