| Scourge
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| A scourge has corrupted our souls and it hides under our asymmetrical
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| perceptions
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| Whole planets collapse
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| The quintessence of fear is reflected in our cowardice as sloth and
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| indifference devour us from the inside
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| In restless sleeps dreadful nightmares warned us
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| But how could we sense what we didn’t want to hear?
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| Mental torture
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| A dreadful instant that unfolds into a suffered last breath
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| Devoted to the cult of the dead
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| No certainty, this world is lost
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| Devoted to the cult of the dead
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| No way to escape
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| I can sense its moan piercing my flesh
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| In restless sleeps dreadful nightmares warned us
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| But how could we sense what we didn’t want to hear?
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| Mental torture
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| A dreadful instant that unfolds into a suffered last breath
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| In seek of salvation
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| In the last seconds of life of this world, homeless
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| I was gazing at the bleeding skies above the ruins of our pride
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| And then nothing
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| A scourge has corrupted our souls and it hides under
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| Feeding on our vanity
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| And then nothing
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| Silence anticipates the reconstruction of infinite inaccessibile worlds reborn
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| I wander through costellations
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| Life is again within me
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| Devoted to the cult of the dead
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| No way to escape
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| I can sense its moan piercing my flesh |