of a controversal mankind.
With a fist full of hate
and with one thing in my head.
Stop this cinema of life,
life of fake prohpecies,
all that my eyes can see.
Is the jealousy.
Imperfection in our fates,
lies at the bottom of hell gates,
pretending is everything what we hunt for,
what we fight for, what we DIE for..
I stand in line,
of a controversial mankind.
With blood on my hands,
of those fucking pretenders.
They died for what believed them to be,
suppressed by their opinions,
they burn now in hell,
theres nothing else to tell.
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