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MythologyBurn this placeTake these walls Our fate: unsealed New dawn awakens I am a blasphemer Caught in an age old web Of engineered realities Suffocating slowly Mythology built on mythology A vice-like grip on our collective mind Creating out thoughts Devouring our hearts Raise your glasses To the blessed few The puppet masters They now own you Its a story as old As stories themselves A shadowed coven Creates your hell Preachers and leaders Try to pacify me Out of the darkness No one can blind me Destroy these houses Lets write a new book Burn at the stake The ones who failed us When a new city is built There'll be no future to fear No past to haunt us The time is now |