This is our reality, or sarcastic state We learn new religion, a religion of hate Because of the shadows in which we depend Our tormented lives never end
Obscured
Born out of ignorance still here we lie Death growing closer as time slips by Cold black stone, with blood at our feet Should we accept that we are weak?
You rip away our independence We can cope without you Alone are we in our death sentence in dependence we will do
Silence of the masses
Ignorance teaches to admit inferior To follow an icon, a construct superior Listen to use, freedom is the right A vision beyond this barren sightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
