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Born during the twilight of an advanced society

Where the world has million poles with poison energy

In the shadows of the towers where freedom dies

You’ve been a corpse since birth food for the chosen ones

They dig you out of the soil where you were born

They teach you to think while your dreams are torn

You are still very fragile they break you like a stalk

This is a world where the trust is a dust and the truth is like a smoke

Vultures waiting for all the unborn

Vultures waiting to tear them apart

They lend a hand, mental direction

Property management, fronts of religions

They lend a hand, mental direction

Property management, fronts of religions

Ideology forced perceptions

You are another corpse; they will breathe life into

Born during the twilight of an advanced society

Where the world has million poles with poison energy

In the shadows of the towers where freedom dies

You´ve been a corpse since birth food for the chosen ones

Vultures waiting for all the unborn

Vultures waiting to tear them apart

Empty shells flying in the wind

Pretending to be free mankind

Your thoughts are like gnawed bones

The remains will be eaten by worms