Songtexte
Prophecies
Satisfied
with
life's
growth
Integrity
Florished
Screaming
as
the
days
go
by
Fading
as
the
voices
Cry
Fear
Press
the
pull
Conscience
Memories
I
recall
today
Days
I
recall,
years
that
are
away
Striving
for
some
rhyme,
hate
and
death
What
democracy?
What
democracy?
Still
and
ugly
Victims'
whites
Decrepit
The
memories
Die
Winded
The
crestfallen
A
once
presupposed
life
Breakdown
Rebirth
in
the
void
From
man
to
machine
To
victim
Brought
in
by
force
Dark
clouds
Cast
over
the
front
lines
Blood
stained
descent
Pragmatist
the
unimputed
Cold
crucifixion
Twisted
reality
Ear
clenching
Noise
above
Recollection
Fist
raised
toward
the
end
That's
past
the
call
of
conscience
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