Rotting from the roots

So many heroes with no names Loudly speak everytime the same From the tribunes and from christs Our eyes clothed and our hope dies Пр: LIER! The show goes on FIRE! My soul wants to burn HIGHER…is sitting Holly Maniac I don't want your rules, but I'm totally stuck Slowly steps forward and each of them pain New world disorder - a hell-ride train Do you see changes ? I see them clear Our brains choke, breathing with fear Пр: World is strange, but people are more Want to feel surface when do not feel core Tree of life and death is rotting from the roots Our water is blood and children's meat - food
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