Furious forever Spiting the world With no repentance or relief Not listening to any prayers Cannot see the earths dismal dance As it turns too fast All the heroes are dead Even when they're breathing We stopped believing And rightly so The cynics rule Knowing in plenty we are of fools To be their tools Tiny minded vandals Scarring Shaping the world in their own image To reflect the ignorance inside Fed by the thrill of horror Glorifying in corruption Devils works in all they know Swaying with each action and wish Walking upright Dancing on graves Poisoning Earth and sea Bewitched Working under spells And casting them Hounds upon an innocent hare Ugliness their very source Following unintelligible words Inner stupor With frozen gaze Swallowed up Bleak and wide In a constant gathering darkness Stopping nothing for their pleasure When night comes rushing They sleep life away In their darkest dreams Fever in their brains Lost in a stolen world
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