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A buried dungeon is your brain
tangled in the roots of your pain
doing a mass to your disease
sign the pact for your release
you would bath into silly's blood
the world polluted by their mud
you don't want to emulate
nor their God to masturbate

Now we rise from our places
to smash out your putrid faces
for the time has come to rise
and to wrap their veil of lies

There's a bug in their minds indeed
a wreckage in their brains you think
their individuality died
many bodies but one mind

You watch the world from a dark hole
I stand alone, I will refuse
surrending to your stupid mass
psychogenic fuckin' illness

You don't know how, I really hate
that daily mass you celebrate
for your mental enslavement
but void is your argument
there's no more time for this damn hell
now there's their death ringin' the bell
arm yourself with hammer and nails
we'll make they see their God who fails

Now we rise from our places
can you count our march paces?
for the time has come to rise
and to wrap their world in twice

You watch the world from a dark hole
I stand alone, I will refuse
surrending to your stupid mass
psychogenic fuckin' illness

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