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Mar. 5th, 2004 01:45 amWorld
Destruction, bringing the end, of mankind
Life itself just disappears, a shadow of a time that's gone by
Raising up to touch the sky, and find out who I am
Falling down onto the ground, burned, forever dead
A world that has been desecrated
With the propaganda machine
Religions of mind control
Breeding a killer breed
All of this is just a ruse
A greater plan indeed
All of this is just induced
Like a dream within a dream
Fading drifting breathing hurting
Life itself is disappearing
Fading drifting breathing learning
Life itself is just a dream
Unholy rites performed by the herds of blind
Lifting up their spirits but in the end they die
The same end awaits us all yet we cannot decide
What exactly do we have when everything has faded with the tide
What is this thing
That we call life
Just illusion
Or momentary strife
Is it pleasure pure and true
Or is it pain that bleeds on through
Is it hatred driving you
Or is it sadness oh so crude
A world that has been desecrated
By the propaganda machine
Religions of mind control
Breeding that killer breed
All of this is just a ruse
A greater plan indeed
All of this is just induced
The perfect drug for me
Smoking drifting lifting dying
Life itself is what we make it
Smoking drifting lifting falling
Life itself is what we made it
Destruction, bringing the end, of mankind
Life itself just disappears, a shadow of a time that's gone by
Raising up to touch the sky, and find out who I am
Falling down onto the ground, burned, forever dead
A world that has been desecrated
With the propaganda machine
Religions of mind control
Breeding a killer breed
All of this is just a ruse
A greater plan indeed
All of this is just induced
Like a dream within a dream
Fading drifting breathing hurting
Life itself is disappearing
Fading drifting breathing learning
Life itself is just a dream
Unholy rites performed by the herds of blind
Lifting up their spirits but in the end they die
The same end awaits us all yet we cannot decide
What exactly do we have when everything has faded with the tide
What is this thing
That we call life
Just illusion
Or momentary strife
Is it pleasure pure and true
Or is it pain that bleeds on through
Is it hatred driving you
Or is it sadness oh so crude
A world that has been desecrated
By the propaganda machine
Religions of mind control
Breeding that killer breed
All of this is just a ruse
A greater plan indeed
All of this is just induced
The perfect drug for me
Smoking drifting lifting dying
Life itself is what we make it
Smoking drifting lifting falling
Life itself is what we made it