Enemy Mind
The mighty hand is writing the script of your lives
Rips and shreds our destinies...
Silence as a moan after the sentence
The pursuit of the bait remains ashes
There comes the bloody sunset
When brother sticks a knife in your back
Every new day is a new lie
That creeps into your heads from the flat screens
Gets into your mind with the heavy fog
And turns your brains into the bloody mince
The master plan of dullness is doing its best
Killing the remnants of our sanity
We are pawns in the global fraud
That doesn`t leave a trace of humanity
There comes the bloody sunset
When brother sticks a knife in your back
No future, tomorrow will never come
Your children will cut your throats
Your trust is your personal tomb
And vultures will feast on your bones
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