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Forgotten The Conflict

Where the foundations of conscience collapse Dream your life is just a dream Leave the sun to the damned blinds The darkened God is bleeding... In his blood lies your forgotten

The devours of souls. - An abandoned priest The savior beckons for him to rise - An abandoned angel An encounter with the fallen one - The final conflict

me Present impressions are calling for change Take place for a structure of false dignity So I suffer You break We will harvest - The seeds are awake The conflict

a prize in his class, a string of love affairs, but never close enough to see the scars, kept the cards to his chest, stressed to less and conflict, between

's gonna go 'Til we're all throwin' bombs, screamin', "On with the show!" In a punishing world Incredibly punishing world Vortex of defensiveness in which I quip Escaping conflicted, the conflict

but enemies, please, thats messy No one wants a conflict, but were hundreds strong and we wont -- Be stopped till Fuck I dont know, Fuck i forgot But

been running trying to function fine with out my mind climbing out this fucking corner I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals A forgotten rebel

see no dreams, or dogma or rhetoric, or colors or campaigns I see funerals and mother scream I see hard men fall with pain in their eyes I see conflict

another cycle [?] I create havoc, like a lunatic Cuttin to the quick with my fuckin icepick Ya souls I evict, ya presense is restricted because ya click with conflict