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The Trauma of History
07:22
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Unearth the genocide
Brutality of days gone by
Can not be justified
Generations suppress the lies
Veracity is ostracized
Subservient glorified
Repress and pacify
Masses just await to die
We feed on despair
We spread disease
Spawn of the barren
Yet we still breed
Wanton is our cruelty
Hate is what we conceive
We feed on hatred
We spread disease
Spawn of the barren
Yet we still breed
Wanton is our cruelty
Hate is what we conceive
Forgotten morality
Corrupted by our only need
Reckless and blind
As we waste our only time
Generations left behind
Longing for excess engorging on our pride
Reckless and blind
As we waste our only time
Generations left behind
Longing for excess engorging on our pride
This is the trauma of history that we live today
Embracing of our misery is why we stay this way
For greed For our greed All in the name of greed
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Psycles
01:45
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Synthetic perfection, ingested bliss
The chronic haunting trauma dismissed
Ignore the scar's existence
and all the pain they witnessed
Hide!
Numb all the warnings, just get a fix
Dormant causation does not exist
Embrace the pill’s existence
and all the vain indifference
Lie!
Synthetic perfection, ingested bliss
Devoted patron of noxious piss
Dead and Addicted
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Coercion
03:14
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They control through violence
Indoctrinate and lead them in
They’re counting on your silence
So get in line proceed to wave them in
They rid the world of science
The talking points are setting in
They’re counting on your silence
So step aside and let their voices spin
Society’s divided
Disciplined to let them win
They’re counting on your silence
So point the blame right at our own kin
Tyranny aborted liberty
Destiny our own hypocrisy
Tortured by what we choose to seed
No excision will ever stop this charade
Cursed position we no longer can evade
Coercion the world’s religion
Breathe in the fire
Corrupted hallowed ground
We’re not required
Emboldened by golden crown
They control through violence
Indoctrinate and lead them in
They’re counting on your silence
So get in line proceed to wave them in
Coercion the world’s religion
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Halo of flies is what crowns us
Society of brutality and blood lust
Primordial dominion compels us
Blind faith is the path of no future
Impending demise of this culture
Lord of the lies will be maintained
The final words of the blind and deranged
Patriarchal cancer
Our pride is just spades in the grave
Patriarchal cancer
The life we lead is just a charade
Halo of flies is what crowns us
Society of brutality and blood lust
Heavy the crown that consumes us
A culture built of one voice and violence
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Excision (Lost Cause)
06:40
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Excision, dominion
Essential to evolution
Slave-bound, Tied down
Eugenics was the future
Contempt, none left
The dream of the ancestors
Tradition, same system
Propagated like there was no crime
Repeat, false speak
Fall prey to their miranda
March on, cause harm
All hope has been abandoned
For fame, no shame
Peacocking for the cameras
Bow down his crown
Demagogue of propaganda
Time has lost all its meaning now
When we’re reduced to primal fears
Our end is near
Time has lost all its meaning now
When we’re reduced to primal fears
No sympathy
Our History
No empathy
Just misery
Insanity!
Excision
Excision blinds us all
Lost cause
Excision leaves us blind...
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