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It’s getting cold in this land, I can feel the frost rising again
hostile, but familiar – reluctantly embracing with disgust
I am full of self-loathe and abhor the atrocities of my kind
Cutting out history and suppressing it – are we really doomed to redo all our past mistakes again?
Is humanity vile or just dumb?
I was wishing for a better life, couldn’t accomplish it by myself
I was wishing for a better change, maybe a strong leadership is all that it takes?
Am I vile or am I just dumb?
Oh, but the race is so proud, upright and strong
Can’t you see my descent – to honor my ancestors is duty
Just forgotten their reason – replaced with obedience, repeating indoctrinated nonsense
Can’t you see superiority – I embody the master race
Your pride will have it’s fall – I pity your arrogance and blindness
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Just work hard and you can get everything, is what they say, isn’t it?
And if you can’t, just work harder, be a good cog in the machine
Sweat drives it, blood oils it, so quit your independent thinking and be a good cog in the machine!
Work even harder, to fund your new technologies – the one’s that you so desperately need!
Electronic scrap, already outdated the day it’s been released – swallowing up your savings
Keeping you busy, your mind engaged, no autonomous thoughts, nothing that could harm the machine
Just fucking work harder, even if it kills you, the next one’s already standing in line!
To witness societies demise, a technological collapse
Modern-day self-enslavement – the ruin of men
Freedom obsolete – unfamiliar, indefinite
Obedience acquired – escape inconceivable
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I can’t find warmth in your near, secureness unattainable
I can’t find meaning in myself, but there is nothing else around here
The fire in your eyes has long gone and yet I’m holding out in fear
Never knowing what it feels like, truly being alone – is love just unsustainable?
Cold steel driven into flesh, cruel but numb, astounded in horror
Warm blood dripping down your cheeks, the bitter taste of iron on your lips
But all this horror is so far from here, it’s not my country on the TV
No soldiers breaking through my windows and no violence on the streets
It’s not our kids in the backyard there, playing with shrapnel
Not my life on the line each day I could not be further away (they can go to hell)
I can’t feel sorrow through the TV screen, and even if I could, what the fuck am I supposed to do to help them, I can’t do anything
Barely my fault that they voted bad, they should just figure it out by themselves
I got my own fucking problems, and that damn phone-battery is dying again
Blood flees from the pale, lifeless body - another casualty without a face
Until everything’s turning black - your green is paying my red
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Delusions Of Grandeur
04:46
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Delusions of grandeur, but big in the game
Megalomaniacs, all one and the same
No difference but the complex and the name
Gambling with lives – inferiority – what a shame
Delusions of grandeur, confusions of savior
I will make this country, oh so great again
I can guarantee economical increase
I will make all others, look like the wimps they are
I have a red button, too – bigger and workin’
I admit the greatness of your country, now please leave us the fuck alone
We have a strong and free autocracy of me, literary exclusively sovereign
Privileged, prosperity is a good that comes with pride to the chosen right
That’s just the nature of things, how they are – don’t object, I’m a judo master
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Bleakness Of The Soul
05:38
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Fearful, anxious – discontent, not my choice, feeling overlooked
Empathy inappropriate - I am not sated yet
Anxious and afraid in a foreign land – compelled to flee, not your choice
No respect or understanding, the bleakness of the soul
Incomprehensible otherness – A threat, a menace, intimidating
The past seemed to be so much brighter – I am not ready for change
Isolated in a crowd – Segregated in the mind
Kind and generous in pretense – subtle hatred and contempt
The bleakness of the soul – let the devil take the hindmost
For I’m still not satisfied – where are my blue skies?
I just want to feel – I am still hungry
I just want to live – I want more money
Misunderstood - Incommunicative
Segregation in the mind – the bleakness of the soul
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Cold eyes starring through the iron bars
Bloodcurdling cries imbuing the halls
Hands reaching out of cages
But they’re different from yours and mine – mercy denied
Hands reaching out of cages, trying to reach mine
Never experienced anything good from me, yet still holding on
Emotionally denying our affiliation – still holding on to wrong
Scientific researches, referring to humans, but experimenting on
Those I acknowledge their genetic affiliation – not able to find guilt or wrong
Hands reaching out of lab coats, but no one’s left to reach for mine…
Why should I care for anything that is not one of mine
Why should I stand in defense, for anyone but my bloodline
Why should I care for anything that I cannot relate to
Why should I stand in defense, for anyone different from me and you
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