Burn this place
Take these walls
Our fate: unsealed
New dawn awakens
I am a blasphemer
Caught in an age old web
Of engineered realities
Suffocating slowly
Mythology built on mythology
A vice-like grip on our collective mind
Creating out thoughts
Devouring our hearts
Raise your glasses
To the blessed few
The puppet masters
They now own you
Its a story as old
As stories themselves
A shadowed coven
Creates your hell
Preachers and leaders
Try to pacify me
Out of the darkness
No one can blind me
Destroy these houses
Lets write a new book
Burn at the stake
The ones who failed us
When a new city is built
There'll be no future to fear
No past to haunt us
The time is now
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