Modern, industrial supposition will destroy itself, in time.
Can you taste the hatred of this world?
Do you see it all around you?
Can you feel the tumor we all bear?
Can you hear the screams of the innocent?
Take a look around you, what can you see?
The sky is dark, the land is scarred.
There is not much hope left to find.
Why must this world be so blind?
Hold my hand,
together we will rise,
above this godforsaken land.
Above this pitiful world.
You and me.
The masses marches on inside
this world of filth we're living in.
Their minds are set, their eyes are shut.
They cannot see what they have done.
The individual forgotten,
more important things to do.
A child is born, a soul is lost.
This whole world fills me with disgust.
Either the general population will take control of it's own destiny,
or alternatively, there will be no destiny for anyone to control.
Modern, industrial supposition will destroy itself, in time.
Hold my hand,
together we will rise,
above this godforsaken land.
Above this pitiful world.
You and me.
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