Lyrics Insurrection - Origin
I'm
imprisoned
with
the
entire
world,
I'm
insane
Enslaved
to
suffer
your
madness
Torn
is
my
mind,
destined
to
magnify
all
my
hate
I
am
meant
to
rise
above
you
Fooled
will
be
your
entire
purpose
to
stop
me
I
will
defy
all
your
kind
You
have
no
idea
what's
aiming
for
your
heart
I
shall
bathe
in
all
your
blood
I
shall
rise
before
you,
look
in
your
eyes,
tear
off
your
limbs
Peel
off
the
flesh
that
I
loath
Rapturous
are
your
screams,
I
gain
pleasure,
Erase
my
pain
through
the
spilling
of
your
blood
I
will
not
be
stopped,
nothing
will
quench
my
rage
For
your
horrid
ways
To
control
all
my
thoughts,
my
very
action
Dictated
by
your
laws,
enforced
by
your
greed
Strengthened
now
to
become
my
only
purpose
To
cut
your
throat
and
tear
out
your
ruling
voice
Your
voice
of
resentment
for
all
that
we
are
Soon
our
voices
will
ring
loud
through
all
the
world
Resonate
our
hatred
to
deafen
your
rule
Senseless,
in
schock,
you
fall
flat
on
your
faces
Your
carcases
are
swarmed,
soon
to
disappear
We
are
rising
to
defy
you,
I'm
amassing
acrimony
Our
fierce
anger
brings
you
danger
Unknown
wrath
brought
to
you
Schocked,
in
fear,
your
whole
realm
is
reduced
to
ruins
I'm
coming
for
you,
you
cannot
hide
I'm
going
to
kill
you
and
all
that
you
are
Run
away
from
me,
I
will
catch
you
Time
is
on
my
side,
your
time
is
up
Bold
insurrection
Now
we
will
choose
what
our
lives
will
be
You'll
never
see...
Questioning
my
existence,
I
have
feared
for
my
life
Devastating
were
your
answers,
my
fear
turned
to
despair
Unrelenting
deprivation,
weakened
to
submission
No
more
reasons
for
survival,
when
you're
dead,
you'll
know
I
won!
I
will
kill
you,
rip
out
your
tongue
motherfucker!
I'm
coming
for
you,
no
point
to
run
Face
what
you
deserve,
torture,
torment
I
show
compassion
through
your
murder
I
save
all
the
world
now
that
you're
dead
A
new
dawn
will
rise,
free
of
sickness
Free
of
all
your
lies
and
suppression
Now
that
you're
in
my
grasp
My
hand
around
your
unbroken
neck,
soon
to
be
snapped
I
cannot
be
stopped,
I
will
not
cease
until
you're
pulp
at
my
feet
No
resemblance
of
what
your
being
once
was
Crush
all
your
bones,
splinters
fly
forth
in
all
ways
Your
remains,
a
trophy
to
display
for
my,
Scornful
amusement
I
pray
that
your
kind
will
never
appear
here
while
I
am
alive
I'll
see
you're
all
destroyed,
end
your
oppression
Atone
in
your
ashes,
scattered
upon
lands
Buried
by
your
thoughtless
hatred
of
our
kind
No
chance
to
regain
your
hopeless
and
dead
world
You
cannot
survive!
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