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Self-reservation.
Thoughts of the world outside.
Idle creation
With nothing on its mind

Let's the fortune make itself
With leisure, fame, the life it wants.
But no one helps but you,
So don't rely on higher force.

No icons in church,
No gods and no masters
Help you if you stay
Down before their eyes.

Flesh left to rot,
Despised, worthless, frail.
Gather yourself
Before the eyes of theirs.

Self degradation,
The madness won't subside.
Your transformation
Be laid within your sight.

Raise yourself and run towards
The sky of stars and your beliefs.
Death never fails to act,
So make a change right now to live.

Piece by the fucking next,
Them running cold, a fail.
So gather yourself
Before the eyes of theirs.

Piece of meat beneath the bare sky.
Worthless kin unless you've gathered mind.
Hold the shards of senses in your hands,
Don't let them run cold before the eyes of theirs.
Your eyes!
Your eyes!
Before the eyes of theirs!

No icons in church,
No gods and no masters
Help you if you stay
Down before their eyes.

Piece by the fucking next,
Them running cold, a fail.
So gather yourself
Before the eyes of theirs.
Fucking next!
Fucking next!

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