Ideas and thoughts, in open range
Control the facts, rewrite the page
Fix the miracles
Streets become veins
Filled with blood unclean
Control the facts, rewrite the page
Fix the miracles
Streets become veins
Filled with blood unclean
What's gonna give, this race
What's gonna give, this race
I-exist-through-their-pace
The beacon's light
Shreds the word, in darkened parts
Pull the leash
Accelerate your dogma
What's gonna give, this race
What's gonna give, this race
I-exist-through-their-pace
To steal the last breath, we are free after all
To step on bodies, we are free after all
(We are free after all... We are free...)
Waves of silence, drowned empires
Words of heroes, enclosed in zeros
Skinwrapped soul, turns gold to coal
Taste illusion in your hate
To steal the last breath, we are free after all
To step on bodies, we are free after all
(We are free after all... We are free...)
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