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VIOLENCE - THE POISON AND THE CURE
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We’re the orphans of humanityWe only learn the price of things once they've disappearedRemains of a dying breedThis is the witness of blank minds in a colorblind reality
We’re looking for answers to questions we can’t conceiveComplaints of a frying brain
we’ll lay the myths as cornerstones for our society
We’re all lost, we’ve breathed the omega breezeWe’re branded, ain’t brain-dead, we’re brand newOur minds are cleanour bright eyes On this broken world are blindedWe’re all haunted, bonded in this holy lack of memoryWe’re confused, hollow, divided
Claim to remember and we’ll bend a fucking knee
We ride wrecked cars on bull backs through this global no man’s landwe’re fucking nomads, We’re hunchbacks
clinging to the thread of a long gone past
What will grow through the ashes ?
is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will trees grow tall through the carcasses ?are we just ants under a giant’s matches ?will we be burning corpses ?
What will grow through the ashes ?is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will roots push through the asphalt cracks ?
Will we choose utopia or whiplashes ?
will this hell be everlasting ?
Green patches maculate the concreteA budding life bluntly stains misery
alone and incomplete, we stand untouched at the center of this new born beauty

We’re parasites, are we part of this scheme ?We’re parasites, are we even human anymore ?
Damaged is the new black