The maze that is life
Leads the knife
That cuts the mould of youth
You’ll rue the day, everyway
If you withhold the truth
Your need is greater, fine
Don’t cross the scratch line
Permanent scar of the war
For only blinkers kill

Killing the root kills the weed
A lesser evil sown
Cold is the soul, is the lead
Assassin overthrown
Evolution of kind
Shame you’re already blind
Me and my
Ain’t gonna bear the cross

You see what it is to be
I see what it could become
(I paint fear)
Wait til you see the whites of their eyes
Post trend generation
It’s a post trend obligation
To the wise

Generation of swine
Generate, despise
Generation, rise
It’s all or nothing, rise!

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