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9 лет 29 дней назад
Standing here, I realize you were Just like me trying to make history. But who's to judge the right from wrong. When our guard is down I think we'll both agree. That violence breeds violence. But in the end it has to be this way. I've curved my own path, you've followed your wrath; But maybe we're both the same. The world has turned, and so many have burned. But nobody is to blame. It's tearing across this barren wasted land. I feel new life could be born beneath The blood stained sand.
I’ve come here from nowhere Across the unforgiving sea Drifting further and further It’s all becoming clear to me The violent winds are upon us and I can’t sleep Internal temperatures rising And all the voices won’t recede I’ve finally found what I was looking for A place where I can be without remorse Because I am a stranger who has found An even stranger war I’ve finally found what I was looking for Here I come La chaleur me dérange Mais c’est le grincement du bateau qui m’a réveillée I sharpen the knife And look down upon the bay For all of my life A stranger I remain A stranger I remain A stranger I remain
Wash away the anger Here I stand beneath The warm and soothing rain The droplets falling Gently down on the terrain Wash away the sorrow All the stains of time But there's no memory It's only dry inside In the mud and sinking deeper Into a peaceful life And it will come Like a flood of pain Pouring down on me And it will not let up Until the end is here And it will come Through the darkest day In my final hour And it will never rest Until the clouds are clear Until it finds my dreams have disappeared My dreams disappear
Born Into a pack There's no choice But take orders to attack Locked up in chains I get fed But the hunger still remains Not content to live this way Being led by the blind Got to plan my dispersal Time to leave them all behind Breaking out of my pain Nothing ventured, nothing gained I'm my own master now Bear the mark of my scars Shedding blood underneath the stars But I will survive somehow Ooo Ooo Hear me howl Time to leave them all behind I'm my own master now
Memories broken The truth goes unspoken I’ve even forgotten my name I don’t know the season Or what is the reason I’m standing here holding my blade A desolate place Without any trace It’s only the cold wind I feel It’s me that I spite As I stand up and fight The only thing I know for real There will be blood- -shed The man in the mirror nods his head The only one Left Will ride upon the dragon’s back Because the mountains don’t give back what they take Oh, no, there will be blood- -shed It’s the only thing I’ve ever known Losing my identity Wondering, have I gone insane? To find the truth in front of me I must climb this mountain range Looking downward from this deadly height And never realizing why I fight
The time has come to an end Yeah, this is what nature planned Being tracked by a starving beast Looking for its daily feast A predator on the verge of death Close to its last breath Getting close to its last breath Rules of nature! And they run when the sun comes up With their lives on the line (Alive) For a while (No choice) Gotta follow the laws of the wild (Alive) With their lives on the line (No choice) Out here only the strong survive What's done is done, survived to see another day The dance of life, the hunter and the agile prey No guarantee which of them will succeed Strong or weak Ahhhh! Rules of nature Rules of nature
War is a cruel parent, but an effective teacher. Its final lesson is carved deep in my psyche: That this world and all its people are diseased.
Free will is a myth. Religion is a joke.
We are all pawns, controlled by something greater: Memes. The DNA of the soul. They shape our will. They are the culture — they are everything we pass on. Expose someone to anger long enough, they will learn to hate. They become a carrier. Envy, greed, despair… All memes. All passed along.