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Heâs spitting on lives and deaths
Heâs living for thousands years
Hope is fool, hate the war, life for death
Prison for soul, faith no more, God is dead
Medical excuse of our death is not true
Spiritual rotting of a grand, is cause
Victim of the human absence
Immortally dead
Finding simple way to access
Find it good or bad
Fight for freedom not representing
What this is
Maybe life or maybe death
Apocalyptic crisis
There is a beast instinct moving round and round
There is a human nature for the unfound
Life, death, life, death, slaughtered laughed from unholy grave
Things that you may think about you forgot to save
Using only material made of perfect lives
You forgot a simple thing called suicide
Machine of a man expression canât wait for your truth
They want only possession, possession by you
You have a right to choose
To live or to die
You will win or you will lose
What answer will you find?
I was many times in past
But now itâs the last
Crowd is going down to the zero
And mould is preparing to crown new time hero
Fragile existence is what we canât break
Internal resistance is what we canât fake