Xentrifuge - Pathogen | Текст песни

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• Xentrifuge
• Pathogen

Torn from the inside.
Even-flow of homicide.
Tools of the pathogen
Legions have been denied.

We don't feel inside,
Nor wallow in their sorrow.
Imprisoned in the sickness.
Leave nothing for tomorrow.

Empty shell of life.
we are imitation.
Built by the status quo.
Fuel intimidation.