Mindless screams from the field of hate
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Increase our panic as generals scheme
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Mangled bodies emerge from the smoke
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Unconsciously begging the night's downfall
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Life is just a fantasy
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Death is felt in vain
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No control or destiny
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We will rest in pain
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The instinct to kill is what they expect
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Employed for destruction or the unbalanced will
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Expectations of truth are lost with the dead
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As thoughtless minds injure, all hope is lost
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Free will controls what's left of our minds
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Survival drives our battered souls
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The pain we carry to the grave
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Shows indifference in the eyes of slaves
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Rest in Pain
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| Cryptic Slaughter |
