| Through broken memories and mental draughts
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| Once a beautiful land made of blood and thoughts
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| I was taught to believe that Sirius was the way
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| But on my broken knees I was led astray
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| And then I saw the gentle touch of humanity
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| I stood in its glowing shadow
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| We are the architects of fate
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| In pure judgment and awe
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| We burn what we create
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| And then I saw the gentle touch of humanity
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| Destroying the future and raping the past
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| Just to feed our own insanity
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| Skywards pillars of ruins
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| Bleeding blind juries of fury
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| Main lined self-made virus
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| And then there was silence
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| A seething undeniable hatred and loss of words
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| The lines between life and death are blurred
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| With every new burst of life and convalescence
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| We have drained our collective souls of its essence
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| And from soil I came, in iron raised
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| In resistance, in redemption, non serviam
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| A pure supernova of life in constant toil
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| And now I am complete, leaving this mortal coil |