| Synthetic flesh, sinful virtual life
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| Reflected picture of perished strife
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| Deranged, your mind, as you can’t swallow pain
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| For pain there are a thousand ways to…
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| They point their finger once again
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| Infected lies, it’s the game
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| Altars of mindless, of innocent crime
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| Bleeding, and freezing inside
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| Cut to pieces, the deathrow is near
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| Hypnotic minds hear the screams of fear
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| Sheep in the line, take a knife cut their heads
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| Assuring us, paranoia the game
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| Value of words, you can place them on ice
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| Or click them all then delete all the files
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| Endless struggle of spirit and flesh
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| The last one — summon my «demon-guest»
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| A living dead with no «will to power»
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| Painted fear, count the hours
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| Synthetic flesh, set on fire, emblazed
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| Gas them all, until none of it’s left
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| Another murder, another black hole
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| A «living horror» in the land of the gore
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| Hallowed point in Jerusalem’s streets
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| Set them emblazed, then be destroyed by guilt
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| Altars, of mindless, of innocent crime
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| Bleeding and freezing inside
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| Give your hand, join the river of blood |
| A shooting game as the story’s been told
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| Faces on news, wanted dead or alive
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| You stare at the screen but for me it’s alive
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| I scratch my skin till the blood red appear
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| Be my guest in the sentence of fear
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| Murder, a child killed, Islamic terror
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| In the land of the genocide
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| Cut down to pieces, or throw out your skin
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| The masses will rip your mind |