LYRIC

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This contraption you dearly hold
Is turning us to stone
When compassion you’ve never known
Merits of dying alone

When silence is deafening, cry in pain
This condition is sickening, try in vain

Anxiety, let go of me, refuse to lie in my grave
Society, let go of me, refuse to be a slave

This abomination you defend
The instrument of our end
When vacant hearts feel the hurt
It all falls apart

When silence is deafening, cry in pain
This condition is sickening, try in vain

Anxiety, let go of me, refuse to lie in my grave
Society, let go of me, refuse to be a slave

Come take a look at what you’ve done
It has just begun
Temptation, damnation
A hell of your own creation

When silence is deafening, cry in pain
This condition is sickening, try in vain

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