"Late hours, in the bleak flourocent light, a glimpse of the future.
Icarus succeds, the laboratory's cleansing, quiet calm.
Reality seems far away and drifting further.
I lie to hide from my pain, sickened, weakened, frightened one...."Stick To The Line
"Breathing fire, our hollow eyes are blind.
These poisoned wells are keeping our throaths dry.
We seek freedom while we hang in chains, can't think clearly.
We've got splinters in our minds...."Wasted Life
"A poisoned tongue, home of perverted lies.
Bloodfilled lungs, exhausted by your lust to sacrifice.
Religion, wield the axe of god, release the beast and it will your prey.
Hate, it drives you. Hate, controls your fate and keeps your life in pain...."|
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