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Die Young Graven Images

The flames of youth most often burn blind and brief Our days are ours to seize until we're faced with reality Then we feel the hammer fall It's impact

Fuck the imperialists the war-mongers in white collars placing profits over people history has been written by biased hands in their favor we will

Two thousand years and nothing has changed Still, palaces stand in your savior's name Dominion: the righteous path of his children to rule the weak

He sprayed his brains upon the wall - another masterpiece May he rest in peace... Behind flimsy facades of safety, comfort and luxury, Their hearts

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The dark skies hang over our heads In the shadows of towers we dance, Oblivious as the earth suffocates under the heels of human advance And with

absolved through eternal sleep When I die, set me free from the lies Of this culture you call civilized Entire lives spent longing for escape As we grind ourselves into early graves

Succumb to whims of the machine We are mere playthings of corrupt industries Our health is pawned into private sectors by the pharaohs of our time