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Progress
This has become our existenceWe are all worn out souls trying to right the wrongs of our kindAs we burn down the world around usWe look to a higher being for a solutionThe gates to your hell have long been openThere is no light and dark, there is only our kindThe need for something more came from the skies aboveIn light of this, erase the memoriesEvolve into something new, create something moreWe carry the weight of the worldAnd stand by as the ideals of few control the beliefs of manyTrue blasphemy lies in the eyes of the beholderManipulation of the masseThe only means for creationTransmute the sounds of suffering and silence into progressOpen your eyes and bring forth the new reignOpen your mindBegin your life anewEverything we've come to know, the world has given to usWe must reconnect ourselves to the world that we were born ofErase, evolve, create something moreErase, evolve, create something more
From Letras Mania