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First World
02:47
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The end is coming
Our present way of life must cease
A world economy
Based on shit
While billions grasp
For the same flag
Of first world privilege
And still our numbers rise
And with them, the strain
Pressure that cannot
And will not be sustained
Steadily our resources drain
As we shield our eyes
And continue on our way
Oh so very sedate
Surely we will never see the day
That our world crumbles into a heap
We outsmart nature
But how long until we go extinct?
Third world becomes first world
This cannot be
The balance will not hold
When populations increase
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2. |
Repetition
01:21
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Self-fulfilling prophecies
Beckon us to apocalypse
How can you work for a better day
When you live without shades of gray?
So keep digging our graves
And keep making the same mistakes
The day will come when it’s time to finally pay
Progress is restrained
On the basis of personal faith
These narrow viewpoints
Must be overlooked
Objectivity observed
For the greater good
The only absolute I know
Is that how it stands we’re doomed
Worldwide duress is rising
Religious confrontation looms
Cultural boundaries corrupt
The peace process
What lies ahead?
Global wars and civil unrest
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3. |
Miasma
02:56
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With every birth
We make it worse
We’ll spill into hell
When there’s no room left on earth
Like a cancer we grow
Out of control
With nothing to check us
All life will choke
Spread across all lands
Each one takes a bite
Digs filthy claws in
Then sucks it dry
Enjoy it while it lasts
Future waves wont get a chance
They’ll grovel in despair
Deprived by their forebears
Short-sightedness
Risks our chance to survive
Short-sightedness
Destroys what we need to thrive
Each day
The cancer grows
Each day
Bare bone erodes
Tell me
What use are you?
You were
Born to abuse
Each day
The cancer grows
Each day
Bare bone erodes
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Altars Of Man
02:58
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Born in a new age
Before the next altar I bow
It reminds me of my place
Just another faceless soul
That makes no sound
Come on and enlighten me
Tell me what I was put here to do
To keep running in my place
Stay quiet, pay no mind and consume
Just one more hour wasted
Another afternoon is spent
Zoned out and in a daze
Unaware of what could have been
A better way of life
Answers to modern plights
In this age of lies
A chance to seek the light
Born in a new age
Before the next altar I bow
It reminds me of my place
Just another faceless soul
That makes no sound
Mentally castrated
Can I face what I am?
Flaccid and so inept
Faithless in all attempts
I believe it won’t get better
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