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Burn this path that we tread, blindly whatever the cost |
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In this savage game of conquest our sacred world is lost |
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We stand outside the circle of life and worship our myths held so right |
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While our foundations crumble beneath us, for they are woven with lies |
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We die, with each passing breath |
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We watch the collapse of all that is left |
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The barren fields of plenty stand bitter testament |
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To mark the steps of progress written in this world's distress |
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And we're led astray |
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And we are enslaved |
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The lies that we are told |
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And learn to tell, body and soul |
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So drown the fires of life with this blood we have shed |
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As we enact this deadly dance, and bound by our culture we're led |
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In this march of the damned, and do we stand a chance? |
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To unlearn the tales of this culture, to rewrite the myths of man |
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For we bear the shame, of this brutal reign |
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Of domination and conquest and pain |
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From birth we are blind, and no hour slips by |
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Without the whispers of our mother culture, |
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Her vision and her lies |
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And can we survive? |
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With this way of life |
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For we must deny this suffering, this sickness and this strife |
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Close your eyes...to their visions we are blind |
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And I will turn my back on this charade |
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A newfound worldview to light this path |
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Through these darkest days |
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And burn these bridges we have lain |
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To fill the darkness with the voices of freedom, regained |
