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Under The Blood Oak

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Stifled inner residue
Part of needed change
Apart from strident solitude
We live, according to us

While phony people are begrudged
For reaping sheer impulse
We're thinking by the code of law
Slay the infants that break loose
We be mourning by the fire
When everything has turned to shit
Who will our allegiance turn to?
Another travesty to admit

Play the docile a while longer
While our world has been torn apart
Be that as it may, policing falling stray
And we're just waiting for the killing art

In a cradle full of tar and broken dreams
A sword as the only true relief
Release your mind that bitter saint
A hostage to conformity

We evolve way too slow
We constantly aim to fail
We search for a new excuse
To tell ourselves that we will grow
Sometimes I lose all hope
While wrestling with this mind of thine
All power goes to the strong
Might is right
The volume of the choir is lost
The beating tale of the dead man's final wish
Thrown under the bus while chasing butterflies

We're here a scorn
Why were we ever born?
We're here a scorn
Why were we ever born?

We're seeking safety in our code of law
We slaughter infants breaking loose
While the material eats our flesh away
Commercials run our lives
We search for a new excuse
To kill off everything that hurts
Sometimes I lose all hope
While wrestling with this mind of thine
Sometimes I lose all hope
While wrestling with this mind of mine

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