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We were blind and we couldnât conceive the color of blood
This crimson flood soaking the ground
We stare in shock as the world unveils
Its true features to us
You then exclaim âwhere is God now?â
You ask me âwhy do we forever feast on pain
And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage?
The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained
For this, should we blame our Maker?â
The virtuous dies as well as the sinful one
Death strikes all life, blind in its random ways
In essence, we contradict the conception
Of a watchful shaper
And still we consider being observed and judged for our sins
Primitive we remain
We were devised to enjoy trials
The choice has never been ours
We are inclined to violence
- Album:
- God Is An Automaton
- A.E.O.N. (EP)
- The Pulse Of Awakening
- Antares
- Slave Design
- Challenger Ep
- Challenger
- God Is an Automation
- Spirit in Black, Chapter Four (The Ultimate Metal Selection)
- Aeon
- A.E.O.N.
- Aeon EP
- Infinity
- Perception Volume 2 - Compiled By Injection
- Listenable Records Summer Sampler 2008
- Listenable Sampler 2008