For every plague that has been killed
A new disease will rise up
It crawls it's way, up your spine
Straight into the make believe head

They think they have seen the vision
That makes all clear
It was brought to them with arms open wide
Whispering to come near
And to trust in it's lie

The simple man, lost as he was
Believed at once the simple truth
I get sick
Of the herd of brainless sheep
In which they sadly march along

Fighting everything, and everyone
Except their own deceiving self
Never underestimate
The need for doubt in life
A value that seems to fade
As fast as our pride

We are all pitiful victims
As the vultures feast on our sadness
The world is dying a slow death
Ignorance is piss

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