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The Lost Souls
Unorganised ruins of lost souls,
wandering through graveyards of old.
Howling and prowling, for a god we're told.
Confusion in sunken eyes that scold
Distant memories in worlds we borrowed.
Free yourself from shackles of your own devices.
Join us peacefully on the other side.
Ignite your survival neurones
Tear down the wealthy thrones
Take back the night
Give back our sight
Shake off unforgiving demons,
who consume your fragile soul.
Remove your transparent masks.
Reveal your true inner self.
Use their fear against them,
Confront it don't flee from it.
Unite in abandoned crypts.
Gather beside the immortal ships.
Don't sail on lonely seas, you'll only freeze.
Swim in rivers of knowledge
Beside the ancient, wise old trees.
Break your muted barriers
Scream and you will find us
Singing in the gentle breeze.
Take back the light
Give back our rights
Circling vultures await the flesh,
of those who like to digest,
a fantasy of living in pain,
Expiring those who blame.
Exhale your scared toxins, flowing
deep within your years of unknowing.
Confusion breeds your deepest hate,
it oozes beside your silhouetted shapes.
Take back the tears
Give back our years
Take it all back
Give it all intact
wandering through graveyards of old.
Howling and prowling, for a god we're told.
Confusion in sunken eyes that scold
Distant memories in worlds we borrowed.
Free yourself from shackles of your own devices.
Join us peacefully on the other side.
Ignite your survival neurones
Tear down the wealthy thrones
Take back the night
Give back our sight
Shake off unforgiving demons,
who consume your fragile soul.
Remove your transparent masks.
Reveal your true inner self.
Use their fear against them,
Confront it don't flee from it.
Unite in abandoned crypts.
Gather beside the immortal ships.
Don't sail on lonely seas, you'll only freeze.
Swim in rivers of knowledge
Beside the ancient, wise old trees.
Break your muted barriers
Scream and you will find us
Singing in the gentle breeze.
Take back the light
Give back our rights
Circling vultures await the flesh,
of those who like to digest,
a fantasy of living in pain,
Expiring those who blame.
Exhale your scared toxins, flowing
deep within your years of unknowing.
Confusion breeds your deepest hate,
it oozes beside your silhouetted shapes.
Take back the tears
Give back our years
Take it all back
Give it all intact
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