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I'm the blood I am the flesh I will turn into dust
I need no control spells on my soul
I'll choose my way at last
Thought to be a slave
The wealth they need The power they seek They crucified ideals
Corrupted soul leeching on faith To make them bleed I see it spreads
Their domination, mutilation They shatter boundaries
False prophecy, crowds on their knees The end will come from the east
Thought to obey
Illness we preach
Our world is sick
I won't obey madness and hate The power that drains us
Choose other way, rot, decay And just wait for something vile
Illness we preach
Our world is sick
Violence we preach
Our choices are missed
Lies unrevealed The broken link
Concealed behind laughter
Your solution is revolution But what'll remain after that
Born to be a slave
Thought to obey
Thought to be fake
Born
Illness we preach
Our world is sick
Violence we preach
Our choices are missed