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They say that knowledge is a weapon
And ignorance is a big ass fucking dildo
They sharpened their blades on slow brains and supersized egos
Their knightly act is a bloody fraud
King's sword lays deep in the people's rock
They swore five billion peace and plenty
Turned seven into junkies with greed and gluttony
Now twelve billion crowd this celestial rock
And they keep up the good work, like they don't give a fuck


Bees are dead, plants need sexual assistance
Eden has turned to sand in an instant

Melted ice had the oceans rise,

Fear the mice, kill the rats, 'cause medieval plagues are back



Soon humanity's trial will begin

Will the snake be a scapegoat once again ?
Will the eyes stay sealed face to the blood spilt ?
There is no innocence, only 50 shades of guilt


Who fell for their tricks ? Who thought it legit ?

Who funded this shit ? Who's fucking hands are clean ?
Who fell for their tricks ? Who thought it legit ?
There is no innocence


The Horn is empty, resources are rare
They're licking ivory for crumbs to spare their despair
People are scared, they're fucking wiggling, crawling like insects
They think planting three trees will avoid the tempest
They're trying so hard it's laughable, hoping for a miracle


From fear to hate, the trial starts today
The fall begins, wings are ablaze
They'll cheer their states, the trial starts today
The fall begins, it's fucking checkmate

We’re the orphans of humanityWe only learn the price of things once they've disappearedRemains of a dying breedThis is the witness of blank minds in a colorblind reality
We’re looking for answers to questions we can’t conceiveComplaints of a frying brain
we’ll lay the myths as cornerstones for our society
We’re all lost, we’ve breathed the omega breezeWe’re branded, ain’t brain-dead, we’re brand newOur minds are cleanour bright eyes On this broken world are blindedWe’re all haunted, bonded in this holy lack of memoryWe’re confused, hollow, divided
Claim to remember and we’ll bend a fucking knee
We ride wrecked cars on bull backs through this global no man’s landwe’re fucking nomads, We’re hunchbacks
clinging to the thread of a long gone past
What will grow through the ashes ?
is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will trees grow tall through the carcasses ?are we just ants under a giant’s matches ?will we be burning corpses ?
What will grow through the ashes ?is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will roots push through the asphalt cracks ?
Will we choose utopia or whiplashes ?
will this hell be everlasting ?
Green patches maculate the concreteA budding life bluntly stains misery
alone and incomplete, we stand untouched at the center of this new born beauty

We’re parasites, are we part of this scheme ?We’re parasites, are we even human anymore ?
Damaged is the new black