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We Could Be Free
03:05
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im washed, brainwashed
i see it everyday, i see it everywhere
the filters in my head, are honed and trained
to fit the system we all play, ,and the values we all obey
cant seem to get rid of it, even though im so sick of it
i go on with my life, with these blinds on my eyes
i see signs of the lies,but my mind is so blind
and it breaks my heart when
we could be so free
live our lives in peace
still we choose to feed this disease
and let it tear us apart piece by piece
its been fed, force-fed
as people never change, theyre always in chains
the free individual change, it all happens the same
we all freethink the same, were but links of the same chain
we cant seem to get rid of it, even though were so sick of it
we go on with our lives, with these blinds on our eyes
we see the signs of the lies, but our minds are so blind
and it breaks my heart when
we could be so free
live our lives in peace
still we choose to feed this disease
and let it tear us apart piece by piece
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2. |
The Sons
02:56
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they are coming for us
just waiting to be gunning on us
they were taken to shadows
to prepare their hate and their gallows
the sons are under the sun
waiting for their the time to come
they will make us believe
evil is there and theyre the relief
they shroud their black hearts with colors
ask for power to mend your sorrows
but those bastards will make cruel masters
and they would enslave us all
the sons
the sons
the sons
the sons of men would take our world again
they have ruled and would again
for the mass is an ignorant being
blaming others for the world
demanding heads as the cure
and heads they shall receive
as giving them from others is free
the debt is paid and a new one agreed
and a new generation of sons will breed
they shroud their black hearts with colors
ask for power to mend your sorrows
but those bastards will make cruel masters
and they would enslave us all
the sons
the sons
the sons
the sons of men would take our world again
their language is of fire and fear
us or them and the end is near
they need only the agreement to present
the power and strength of the descent
they mask their weakness in strength
and we pay for the fires they set
they would see the whole world burn
before they take the blame and their turn
the sons
the sons
the sons
the sons of men would take our world again
they would take our world again
they would take our world again
they would take our world again
and burn it to the ground as they've done every time before
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