Fire, one quick throw of divine spire
The race of man pariah's
Now they’re are more than just a tools
Gods entertaining fools

If you want to escape from this church
of pride, and unbelievable hype
You should run with us,
where the flame is a grass

Hey, let your fate be just thrown by Discoball
With prediction of fall
No one see, no one feel that this spectacle of horns
reflects your weakness and hopes

You should see this festival of slaves
is more than just a games
Now they’re are more than just a tools
Gods entertaining fools

They just wanna see,
how their gods almost bleed
when their time runs away
and their lifes are the same

Hey, let your fate be just thrown by Discoball
With prediction of fall
No one see, no one feel that this spectacle of horns
Reflects your weakness and hopes

That it will never ends
And hope to keep this eternally
This is how reality brakes the fucking wall of your life grey and sad
You will never feel the taste of running away

Hey, let your fate be just thrown by Discoball
With prediction of fall
No one see, no one feel that this spectacle of horns
Reflects your weakness and hopes

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