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I spit on the grave
of the gods you create
We look to no glory
for our will is unchained
No moral, no rules
no laws of a kind
For all is allowed
with a caveman mind

Unpraised and unsung
No skills to be found
Ignorable outcasts
Unbearable but proud
Ugly to the bone
Always on our own
We don't lead flocks
We walk alone

Obtuse Metal

We ashor useless dreams
No favour we seek
Maybe passed by
but never outwilled
tools built from sheep bones
A path of sharp stones
We walk cross-stream
We walk alone

Obtuse Metal

Glory of the fools
Followers of rules
Subjects to fate
A bait we refuse
For disdain you moan
You bow to the throne
Approval we scorn
We walk alone

Obtuse Metal

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