I want your blood, the one that is black
The one that’s feeding me fueling my vanity
I want your soul to make it my own
Bleed now inside of me drained of your sanity
Ignorance has taken its toll onto human kind
Blood on the concrete
Blood makes us complete
Blood on the hands of you and me
I think therefore I am
Eradicate the causes of the Ostrich Effect
Stricken by the voice of the weak
Blood on the walls of conformity
Killing in the name of the meek
Burying our minds under our screams
Hide your head into the sand
Oblivion be thy name
Terrified and overwhelmed
Now feast on your remains
Δευτέρα 16 Φεβρουαρίου 2009
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