Alienation (feat. Nate Lowery of Backslide)

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The Bolsheviks (Russian: большевики, bolsheviki; from большинство, bolshinstvo, 'majority'), led by Vladimir Lenin, were a faction of the Marxist Russian Social Democratic Labour Party (RSDLP) which split with the Mensheviks at the Second Party Congress in 1903. The Bolshevik party seized power in Russia in the October Revolution of 1917, and was later renamed the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. Their ideology and practices, based on Leninist and later Marxist–Leninist principles, are known as Bolshevism. The origin of the split was Lenin's support for a smaller party of professional revolutionaries, as opposed to the Menshevik desire for a broad party membership. The influence of the two factions fluctuated in the years up to 1912, when the RSDLP formal… more »

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I can't help but feel that I'm trapped in my own damn mind
A struggle to see a way out, no threads to unbind
A life of pain and suffering is all that I bear
No path of atonement, only living a nightmare

I can't break free
...From this everyday grind
Within their design to enslave mankind
Architects of the false conscious mind

Alienation from oneself
Alienation from one's work
Alienation from one's home
Alienation from mankind
This is my reality
As I search for an opportunity
To strike, to fight, to overcome my adversary

Suffering among the masses, through the unknown
Longing for what's only a faint memory
Empty promises, the seeds I've sown
Nothing remains of who I used to be

Alienation from oneself
Alienation from one's work
Alienation from one's home
Alienation from mankind
To know yourself is a chore
It's an internal war
Piece by piece left only wanting more
This is a death struggle

Alienation from oneself
Alienation from one's work
Alienation from one's home
Alienation from man-fucking-kind

Suffering among the masses, through the unknown
Longing for what's only a faint memory
Empty promises, the seeds I've sown
Nothing remains of who I used to be

The seeds I have sown turned into dust
I scream out for help, as my reality begins to rust
What have I become trapped in the land of the free
Nothing remains of who I used to be

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