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I see man is plagued with a moral disease of life Can't you see that your blind inside Fortunate to give your life I seek life within a buried soul Drying the blood of your soul Broken down and loosing all control Like child This word is born again Into a rusted sea of salt and spoils A broken dream laid to rest in crude blood Like broken arms of the clocks of existence Pointing us beyond a southern cross Past the times of preconcieved nurturings Give yourself unto yourself You are the god of your own individual plane Of existence I see man is plagued with morals loosing life Can't you see that your blind inside Limit youself and making yourself so blind This is what you call loosing all control The dyes of seperated self ties me to loose my soul You are the god And all that matters in your world Letras de cancionesA world of bones brittled and battered Smashed into a powder that clouds this vision A vision of a perfect world And that one place The place in which we shall call home The home at rest with the collection of thought A place to rest with no memory Blackened and peacefully cold with ones self We live To Die With no answers The truth must go on So we Can see The lies hidden behind the words In our lives you know there's so much pain So why do you live at all Some sort of sadistic In this life you know there's so much hell So why do we live at all Some sort of sadistic Game We live To die With the truth This lifes answers must go on So we Can see Lies hidden behind the words This life shall pay Like the broken clocks hand Of dawn So we Can see From Letras Mania