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The Final EmbraceDarker days are now upon us, won't you realise?Your head is buried in the sand, stand up and open your eyes! Cannot see, cannot hear Two hands tighten around you throat, yet you claim you are free Cannot feel, cannot breathe Just another deluded drone, living out this fantasy Longing for demise Flickering of time Dwelling on intuitive denial No turning of the tide Ebbing of life Heading for the final embrace Behind the shadows they operate, pulling all the strings Mesmerised by the illusion, only terror they bring Cannot see, cannot hear Deeply programmed from all the lies from the propaganda machine Cannot feel, cannot breathe Inoculated and medicated, welcome to this tyranny Will the tables be turned? As all our souls burn! The slumber of minds Decide the end of our time Rise above Seek the truth The time is now!! |