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They've brought mankind to ruin, like they've invested in coffins
The masses are growing so they'll give the dog a bone
Skip the lynching by throwing the first stone
Reveal the scapegoat

Select a minority, Black, Latino, Muslim
Will it be refugees ? They'll bomb them on the fucking beach

Hear the final countdown, all hope is lost
Sheeps are bleating around pieces of cloth

They all hail the nations when the world's at stake
Riot, war, invasions, be predator rather than prey
They all hail the nations, they'll take the fucking bait
Riot, war, invasions, how could this be a mistake ?

Battles are won by white collars
History is written with the ink of the victors
Follow the leader, believe their dogma, don't think
A fact is a fact, until the wheel spins, until empires waltz

Adhere to their cause, befallen revolutionaries
There's no freedom of thought
These bigots utilize a cross to justify their wrongs
with the blood on their hands
This world is too far gone

''Arise children of the nation
The day of glory has arrived
A putrid form of tyranny
Has raised its ugly banner
Can you hear them in the fields ?
Howling are these fearsome soldiers
They're dwelling inside the mist
To slit the throats of man, woman, and child''

Arise, children of the nation
With blood it's written on the walls
You have no rights, your life is controlled
And taken away unless you conform
This world is too far gone

We’re the orphans of humanityWe only learn the price of things once they've disappearedRemains of a dying breedThis is the witness of blank minds in a colorblind reality
We’re looking for answers to questions we can’t conceiveComplaints of a frying brain
we’ll lay the myths as cornerstones for our society
We’re all lost, we’ve breathed the omega breezeWe’re branded, ain’t brain-dead, we’re brand newOur minds are cleanour bright eyes On this broken world are blindedWe’re all haunted, bonded in this holy lack of memoryWe’re confused, hollow, divided
Claim to remember and we’ll bend a fucking knee
We ride wrecked cars on bull backs through this global no man’s landwe’re fucking nomads, We’re hunchbacks
clinging to the thread of a long gone past
What will grow through the ashes ?
is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will trees grow tall through the carcasses ?are we just ants under a giant’s matches ?will we be burning corpses ?
What will grow through the ashes ?is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will roots push through the asphalt cracks ?
Will we choose utopia or whiplashes ?
will this hell be everlasting ?
Green patches maculate the concreteA budding life bluntly stains misery
alone and incomplete, we stand untouched at the center of this new born beauty

We’re parasites, are we part of this scheme ?We’re parasites, are we even human anymore ?
Damaged is the new black