LYRIC

Empire sews the seed of hate we remove ourselves passing
Flames inspires ugly traits sanitize creepy ills to keep
The fear in line is it wrong to let the liar lie creepy ills

To keep the fears in line more acquired is disease the souls
State I am a god I am a faceless warrior lost leaders wins
The glorious growing stocks of used up people life is

Twisting all the words to shun life worth less than corporate
Rape empire takes control of fate I am dying I am dying is
Wrong to call a spade a spade popping pills will ease the

Daily pain bombing peace back up into the stoned state I am
Not living here I have got much left to fear in the place of
Safety I am fortunate to be alive with all these distant

Rich things around me I am left to realize its not the blood
In me it's not the hate it's just the simple things that I
Relish I am a god I am a face less warrior we remove

Ourselves from the war looking from a distance sanitized wash
Your hands an feel it the dirt is down the drain. enough

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