Lyrics

Like a son without his father

Like a bent and broken daughter

A product of chaos, immoral new ethos

Slaves 'till we die

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An old machine

For misery

This is more then warfare

Too blind to see

Too deaf to hear

Read between f*cking lines

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They seek to feel

Powers thought unreal

See me, Hear me, Heed me, Heed me

I'll guide you trough the dark

To the new age

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What is

Will be

A deformed

Tragedy

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What is

Will be

Reformed

By me