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Cursed without taking a lesser form

Destined to be the downtrodden

An exploitation of power

What makes you feel a disconnection so completely removed?

What last moment resides? No last look up to the sky

And we all realize there is no choice to be made

But taking life is not your fucking choice to make

And there nerves feel the pain as their blood

Is being drained to serve you

An exploitation of power

What makes you feel a disconnection so completely removed?

What last moment resides? No last look up to the sky

We are devils in their eyes

And everything you know fades in some way over time

But how are we still clutching to the past like depend on it for life?

Centuries of misuse

Unjustified abuse

And just because we have the means to dominate

It doesn't grant us the right

We are devils in their eyes

We are devils in their eyes