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echoes of mesopotamia a whispered disease that left us on knees too weak to stand upon this empire nature's purity revealed wave the sword of science, keep the truth concealed we are the ten thousand year reich - with us let it end to the sands of time that lent destruction a hand let harmful ways amend for the path has been chosen, the damage is done but our culture continues its course sip poisoned wine from the chalice of one culture's way down the highways of progress we've paved crosses stand erect where death won the day and we prayed our mortal souls to save when one does not see what one does not see one does not even see one is blind do we choose to close our eyes or is it the veil is so stained by the treasons of our humanity that we're helpless of knowing new ways? a tender hush lulls us to sleep our hope lies shattered like broken glass march upon hollow dreams take me back to an unseen past, and cleanse our minds wrecked by time listen, can you hear them? it's such comfort knowing they are there looking over our every move, and guiding us in the right direction without them what would we be but lost souls trapped in an untamed jungle? what would we be but a species undeserving of our proper place? without this civilization our way of thinking, our way of life, what would we be? what kind of lives would we be living? what would we do and where would our paths take us without the whispered lies of angels... death to the wisdom of the ancients five hundred generations - now it seems we are forever lost like priests cloaked in dominion's robes cut up, control, shape this world in a better way you've staked your claim so dance in the flames... ...while we fight to write our names. on the walls of this world going down what are we fighting for? whose world are you fighting for? if ours is the voice that knows only silence then to whom should we turn for recourse? |
