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Morbid Gothic - Bitter Blood
Hands clamped, pray for what will never come-destruction fills our world-ending of what has been and will be-desolate minds crumble now, everything is gone yet it lies in front of us-eaten away to be apart of what cannot see, broken bones scream out from the shattered facilities that line the isolated streets that we were born unto. Scattered bones lay waste in what was once the place of worship, terrorized in the mind by the sleaze that oozes behind the government walls-corrupting the weak while controlling the strong-nothing will ever make sense anymore, fused together with the parts you despise-created for the total, died for the whole, deceitful truthsayers roam our now dead streets, pumping the anger fuelled hatred into us, staring into the barrel of the gun as it fires, tears sustain the life forces of the weary feeding on the empty hearts of those that lay in the streets dead. Sacrifice your brains for the TV, the thing that controls and distorts what is outside, complications fuse with the truth to manufacture the lies we believe, the belief is true for what is truth without the lies that have created it? Minds explode with the gifts that burn within, flames cleanse the pure and worthless, everybody is the same-respect and respond-in and out functions envelope us-follow orders given directly into the brain- chase the answers into the pits of your own personal hell, obsolete factions pump through the veins of everyone-the blood is pure, the taste bitter, the flow enters and dissipates and now is the tainted slime we live on.