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Silouettes of evil lives Have cursed my mind with lies Evil men with evil minds controlling time in time An urchants net of fear has swollen gills of bloody moles It's power in the money made selling every feeling saved You call it liberation, makin' rules to fit your needs You make your own religion Filled politics and greed Your money makes a net A fiery web to hold you cold Levels of distortion split your neck and rot your soul Injections of rust Trusting only me, I want to let my mind burn to coal Unwanted for love, unwanted landmines Write my broken life in stone Release you of your pain You breed my anger everyday Dress the wound, give time to heal The price you have to pay Fallout covers land like snow Your hands are in the soil Grasp a root, pull up a tower Clouds of smoke breathe acid rain...shit Grade the mountains, open up the sky Dress the wound, and cover up a lie Write my book, in broken stone From Letras Mania