Breathe the disease you call life.
Follow the gods that stand behind profits.
Feed the disease that controls your life.
We march the roads that stole our souls and soak the blood spread on ruins.
Blood stained flags.
Black painted streets.
Hide the facts, create the fantasy.
Im on your every stain.
We're giving stones to feed the blind.
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