LYRIC

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I don’t see the world through eyes of gold
To me the lights are just a show
Beneath its black like coal

Where I dwell is a hell
From above you
The angels spell is cruel
Withering now from the inside
As my soul is used for fuel
Never knew what was above us
Like you I just assumed
Now I stand here with warning
And crazy you presume

He who holds the key
Knows not where it was found
Given to thee like a ring or crown
The past fallows those
Who hold the gold
What is left of hope
For those with no
Ohm…

Nobody knows
What they have not found
You think you know what somebody told you
But the truth is never that loud
The future is owned
By those who control the past
Burn all the books and write it yourself
If you want the last laugh
Ohm…

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