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Not The Body
03:04
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Pound the flesh, feel the emptiness,
there's nothing left of you.
As you turn into stone just pound the flesh again,
you both live the lie, you turned into dirt.
Deceiving yourself to please your body,
burning your conscience to feel the rush.
We are not the body. We are the soul.
Modern idols seem too treasure the blame of their actions,
I'll watch them burn in their own hell.
A new day awakes, you drown in regret,
trying to justify, what you know its fake.
We are not the body. We are the soul.
I will abstain
FOREVER
True to myself
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Void
01:44
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How do I escape from this torment,
feelings that turn against me,
seems that I always prefer to live
in the comfort of this cage,
embracing the coldness,
I suffer so I can hope.
Sailing in this glass of water,
I gave up fighting the flow
and now I'm sinking while
the daylight caresses me.
A forceful tide that never stops dragging me
but I never choke.
I'll always find homage
in locked up houses, locked up hearts.
My heart, my soul...
are in hands that cannot hold.
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Legacy
02:08
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They came here with nothing to lose,
empty pockets and the will to survive.
4 different jobs just for food and a roof,
exploited, their sacrifice was the seed of our wealth.
We're supposed to enjoy life,
they we're born to suffer.
No education she was only 9,
had to quit school,
she lost her childhood working and raising her brothers.
A factory ain't no place to spend your youth.
She was born to suffer, she choose to combat.
Mother can you se me?
I carry the legacy.
The pain, the suffering, the struggle.
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The Treason
03:42
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Tortured lives search of shelter,
tears rain on roofs of the fortunate.
Carelessly enjoying their lives
while they watch human life wasting away.
We're sitting silent, as we witness this shame,
we all have a purpose, and if we tolerate this,
it' s fucking treason.
Three stabbings,
in the backs of those we claim to love,
when we fail to hear,
when we fail to see,
when we fail to speak.
The treason.
The treason to all we believe,
the treason to ourselves.
Regret will come when we'll be covered
in the blood of the innocent.
The blood of the innocent.
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