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Heed fleeting lives

Bound in the cold hands of death

Written down in the book of red

We denounce your life

We will claim in the chains

Through hammer and scythe

The cracks will divide

And lights in your circles

Are now dwindling down around you

Rowing the oars of Kharon

Gears of its system

When everything held meaning in life

Are being taken by intersectionalist

Fanatics, Hoax of the ages

In the sleep with eyes open

Will see the lines fade out to white

Under massive graves

Heed fleeting lives

Ignored when awake

Winding down until the last breath

Burning hands of the clock

Unaware of the guillotine

That has placed in your front

A few steps at a time

When everything made by thine hands

Are being taken by their paradise

The awakening in the sleep with open eyes

Will see the lines fade out to white

Burried by numbers

In your sleep, you feel their eyes

Till you cross the line, end in silent cry

Dissendent's plight

Rowing the oars of Kharon

This disease

Rowing the oars of Kharon

Gears of its system