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And as we feed our menial desires, the world around us falls to ashes We remain in our huts made out of sweat and bone While we turn to stone, we forget what we are, we expire Freed from all that made sense, we vegetate, we've come to an end Make your stupid assumptions, like the filth that we are, we're the filth Our treacherous progression, a history drenched in blood What did we achieve? Look at the state of this world This is all a fucking joke Out of the ashes, we might build a better world No more deluded entities, taking back what is ours Every ounce of blood that was shed would not have been lost to time Our barren world is in decline [?] [?] From Letras Mania