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Fruit of Thought

Man kind
has lost it's mind
Devoured by the change of time
where all that's left is the trace
of a mental toxic waste

The crippled souls can be restored
if only people were loving more
Atrophy of supposed compassion
is now nothing more
than crumbled fractions

The spiral of denial
entwined, clutching soul and mind
consuming and hostile
Draging all of us down
deeper and deeper, miles under the ground

Imbeciles of thought misfortune
getting pleasure out of torture
Why, oh why
can't we let the humans die
Hollow, hollow, they are hollow
those who let others pay the prize
just like all of those who follows

The trance of dissonance
is crippling our communication
to the point where no one wins
in evolutionary self-preservation
So turn the fire of desire
strangle all your sins
Face the people you desire
where shall we begin?




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Publicerad 2010-08-13 00:25



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