Can´t tell my up from down
can´t tell my wrong from right
My inner compass in free spin
can´t tell black from white, day from night
This way madness lies
upon the path of painted metaphors
In which our city dies
by the hands of a well known force
Hollowed out
energy drained
Emptied and torn
virulent strain
INANITY
WHAT'S LEFT OF ME
THE SUM OF ALL LIES
THE ONCOMING STORM
COLD AND CORRUPTED
NEW WORLD ORDER
And as the hivemind dies
We enter the ashen days
The blind leading the blind
into a Rorschach maze
Unleash the dogs of war
suck the teet of the eternal whore
the altars of greed adorned
with the blood of the poor
A vicious circle
that suffocates
forces the herd
to relocate
INANITY
WHAT'S LEFT OF ME
THE SUM OF ALL LIES
THE ONCOMING STORM
COLD AND CORRUPTED
NEW WORLD ORDER
Losing all perspective
and all sense of self
fed the thoughts of others
digested, adjusted
Unattached from the collective
is freedom free? Am I me?
So gather sisters, brothers
molested, detested
Regressing entity
Resolute
Deconstruction
the masterplan

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