Teksty: Esqarial. Klassika. True Lies.
All seeing eyes
Everyday
Pierce through the walls
Stream of pompous words
Empty sentences
Drown out vigilance
It's still the same sick rhythm
Makes us join parade
Buy yourself invisibility
To evade the glance
Sin of greed
Stains cleaned conscience again
In the shadow of raised hand
You are skating on thin ice
Read between the lies
Lifting the veil of secrecy
You will be consumed with anger and jealousy
Blind obedience, taken vow
Truth of unit vs truth of crowd
Come at my call
Creators of Leaders your cradle will fall
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