If I get another chance I'll read lots of books That talk about humanitarian thought Since we're speaking in theories "Me and the devil put our cards
How long will this last Falling deeper in my invented self. Don't feel like a real person anymore Mannequin with their moving eyes follows me there My
I will strike down with great vengeance and furious anger. Those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you walk free blood on your hands
Jerk the wheel to the side and jump the guard rail Let's find out what it's like to truly soar Do I take myself so seriously? I'm just some organs with
Paint the acropolis Trash your treasures A graffiti mess rising crisis The ground is aching to collapse If we stay here we just will not survive It's
Oh we're dying we're dying the slowest of deaths Sad to say that this is the end and you know Oh we're dying we're dying the slowest of deaths So I
This is not my home I'll take my chances on my own again This is not my home Your addictions took all they will from me. Coming home with dishonest intentions
Right now They say they'll cover you with culture Right now Until it all falls down Right now And then they'll bury you with nothing Right now Before
Don't you trust that wicked lie (THEY SELL FOR FREE) Human hangers are just nature's novelty. I'll protect you make good with all I have (WE WONT LOSE
I swear I felt the earth move Do we still exist? My hands are gray and foreign The sand beasts have a violent glare We are just smoke and mirrors Our
The curtains slice the rays of sun That sneak into my bedroom Like bars on my wall Salt water saturates The carpet under me I haven't got much sleep
Come summon all your deities they stand on trial before a tribunal of humankind We are but children to the earth No matter what they say we owe it all
Reina, reina de mi vida Llena, mi reino de alegria Tiene brillo en tu mirada Goza de belleza consagra Se me hacen largas las horas Cuando no estas a
Deus ex machina... After ten rainy summers And nine destructive winters There was hardly nothing left But a bare and sore ground Lite a stripped and
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then we found it all caged inside a dream All-seing eye sees afloat Soon it will see no more For we will not conform We're ghosts in the machine