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- They rule the world
And make us separated
we stand infront their crowds
shall we destroy it
forever?
to make them suffer
for every soul they stole
And a every life they broke
Under contol
of the kings and lords
We cannot breathe
we cant even exist
You oppress us
You make us maimed
You make us weak
But we'll never give up
Why you have become so cheap?
When you've lost your fucking conscience?
Your morality decays
Only thing you"re need is satiation
Can you feel all my pain
Can you see all that I've lost
From your throne made of gold
You can't see that you'r already burned
I will take back
All my losses,
all my dreams you have devoured
I will thrust a knife in your throat
As you always did before
bree bree
Give back my life
Now it's your turn to die
I know I will be heard
I feel your fear
I know I will be heard
No one can stop me
one day you will be kneeled