The Art Of War - Visions | Текст песни

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Awake, from the trance that holds,
this mortal is coil is dying and here you sit

These walls and these images are growing old
Getting ready to suit up and burn this shit down
Break the opposition, no mercy, none revealed, as real as blood

This monster rears its ugly head to me

Shackled within, this abomination gains strength
Manifest, manifest your hatred, bring this hate to life

Now it's so much easier to lose it all, now that these bloodshot eyes have seen
That no one is who we thought they were
Not anymore, not anymore

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