Fabricate a way for us to sustain and obtain the truth in our hearts.
For every life, and every breath I take is knocking countries off the map.
Stuck in the swamps that claim thousands of lives, pinpointing each and every flaw.
This fabrication is far too bitter to be flawless
This indentation is far to foolish to be broken
And now our vision is blurred of what is humane
Starved from the guilt and disgust just so that you can sustain.
Our guiltly consciouses have nothing on the lives we've claimed
We're better broken then by your side x2
Suck up your resources until you finally get your fill.
Your bones are breaking one by one untill you feel your guilt.
Force fed until we understand, your immoral antics have them feeding from your hand x2
Counterfiet disguises that you carry on to hide this this crisis.
And now you want to plea.
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