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WAR

There are forces crashing hard upon the ancient gates of eden

Lost souls of the human race have now become the demon

Held inside a hypnotizing monetary spell

Selling off their gold to pave the twisted roads of hell

Any mortal challenge put to death on robot swords

Any light of truth is made to simply be ignored

Hidden, turning everything into conspiracies

Trusting nothing's worthy for the waste of our belief

Creating profits off the war

Big money's winning this war

Now begin the rising valiant force to make a stand

That will guard the entry to righteous promise land

Leave the fuckers choking on their capitalist scheme

Let's become the nightmare that will infiltrate their dreams

Creating profits off this war

Big money's winning this war

A time when I was younger

I could sit and wait

Eyes wide open, pondering a grander fate

Than sitting watching hot air gather breath

To exhale and blow most of all humanity straight on to death

Creating profits off this war

Big money's winning this war