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A continuous disillusioned pursue for the truth
Leaves us a disposition with which whom we give our youth Too long we spend suffocating life with a macabre stride A man made pride massages our godlike egos inside. Pesticide said the blind man's eye. Genocide to a righteous mind. We are a frighten pride, full of cowards dressed in lion furs Bunch of sheep committing suicide. Truth is a line that's constantly blurred. A wandering wind against the tides of destiny's oceans We are the simply color against the canvas, brush strokes Trying to paint the motions. |
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