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So you're proud to be a binder |
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I wish my words were only fuel |
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To clear now this silver ink you're drawn with |
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Leaving behind your golden shell |
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All is Babel |
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We seek the throne of perfect hell |
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And you ask yourself |
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Tell me |
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How to grab my eyes in the darkest age |
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How to catch my sight in front of a blinded heaven |
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You say we're not under mechanics law |
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I say we've build the chains of erosion |
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Watch the Great Tower |
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In one eye vulture |
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This modern idol |
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It mouth, ravenous den |
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Drooling at ruins |
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Our hands were in silver |
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Burn now the skin used to taste emptiness |
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If they want to throw freedom up |
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Don't ever swallow the plague of lie |
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Tear down this monument you've built |
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Life after life |
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Gouge out the eye of the beast |
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You gave birth to in ignorance |
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Our hands found again will be tempests |
