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Poisoned faces on the streets

Watching your misery

Willingness to dominate

They try to hang a leash

Prisoners of reality

Blinded by religion,

Scared by the shout

of revolution

Black vermin like a plague

They’re shouting empty words

But dumb nations bow to them

Burn them all in fucking hell

Generation of the plastic puppets

Steered by the tool of propaganda

Without the courage,

without the power

They meekly run toward death

Death machines crush the bones

Spitting out the human scum

This world must finally burn

Prisoners of reality

Blinded by religion,

Scared by the shout

of revolution