Текст песни Obscene State Of Murder

Stuck in a world, draining our commonsense

Spirits of revolution, Diluted with authority

None Has the sense, purpose, point or reason

Why the world is in this mess

We carry an ideal, purpose set to lie

And hate the privileged witness to murders

Slaughters on the screen, how did we lead ourselves

To evolve from this obscene state of murder.
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Will we ever turn our head from the alibis engraved

In a public eye there are no division lines

Faiths that tell us to be loyal, To ourselves

Tell us to put the revolution on our shelves

And the knowledge we acquire, Cause no part of the whole

Dilutes us with an official sense of self

It's impossible to rebel against the machine

That keeps us on the verge of our existence