| Desire, we conquer
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| You liar, messiah
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| Resistance will refer the lies you have bled
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| And this planet will cease to exist
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| Even God will lacerate his wrist
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| And we live in a time full of lies
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| And of crime, we are forced to agree
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| Liberate for a fee, organized, authorized,
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| They will preach their creed
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| And when the priest starts speaking, it’s like 1−2-3
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| they 'believe', open your eyes, it’s all a game
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| Deceiving us all, but it’s all in the name
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| A fairy tale wih suitably became
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| A reason to preach about 'his' rise to fame
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| Desire, we conquer…
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| And to them it is fine
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| It’s a sign and divine
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| It is corporate and clean
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| Never question routine
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| Judge the ones that defy
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| Stronger and don’t rely
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| And when false sense of hope becomes
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| Just one lie, we will try
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| And never reply to a faith that is dead
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| We’ll bury the words you’ve tried drill in our heads
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| So keep your church, remember what we said
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| Forever revolt until the streets run red
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| Desire, we conquer… |