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Opera
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Wykonawcy

Teksty: Hypocrisy. Virus. Living To Die.


A cacoon binds my skin.
It wants to keep me alive.
I am the great messiah
Of the falling paradise.
Destroyed by my own creations
I cannot cope with life.
The truth you think
You know so well
It's just a big lie.

You live to fear
You lay yourself to rest.
Programmed to crawl
It's just a battle in hell.
We are the prayer
Can I break the spell.

We are the signs
That caged in the dirt
We are the plague
Spreading through the world.
We are the disease --
The virus eating away.
We are no one.
We're just living to die.

We're just a lie
We're just a fake.
Can't wait 'till
I'm finally dead.
Erase my numbers to know
To never return again.
Computerised
We're all neutralised
In a world that's controlled By machines.

You live to hate
'TilL someone press delete
The things we do
It's just a battle in hell
We are the dirt
Can I break these chains

We are the signs
That caged in the dirt
We are the plague
Spreading through the world.
We are the disease --
The virus eating away.
We are no one.
We're just living to die