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From Ashes Rise Victims From Ashes Rise

There is bullshit on your breath. I can't believe that we are all fine. Nothing but worries as the rivers run black. Polluted pastures on grey landscapes

One last night, one more breath, one step forward, then what's left? Where does it go? What does it mean? What is it worth to be part of this machine

page, and a quick look around shows us everything that those unformed hands have changed. Our peaceful days are filled with the enemies of virgin skies, and the fires from

knows she's dead Passed by in silence Lies exiled her from our minds in the yellowed pages of time Her wooden prison Burns, the Knowledge burns, reduced to ashes

trucks It's just the broke rapper's talkin' all loud, But I throw what you make at your show at my crowd There'll be ashes to ashes and dust to dust,

days. The newspaper front page read 9/11. Hope the victims try and bine in heaven (Damn)(God bless). As the world still turns my cigarette burn. Put my ashes

righted or proved by the innocent dying I pray from the ashes of the ruins, the answer will rise Hey, hey, hey Hear their screams as they rise from the ashes

into the year 2000 The shadows of death over the sky causin total destruction As we transform day into night, darkness falls down upon us We rise from

Razing the shadows and tearing silence to shreds. Into the sky, Suicide, No Turning back. To the victors go the spoils, to the victims go the spoils