Orbital Gait Songtext
von Artificial Brain
Orbital Gait Songtext
The misleaders′ lies of hopeless greatness
All of which are nothing more than myths
To persuade us, to convince us
Of their total weakness
And their lack of knowledge of freedom
Seemingly intelligent looks
But a mindless judgmental mob
Their misperception becomes
Their own burden
Poisoned in the dark of greed
Their own world
Their own world
Continuing to make the victims
Of their own ignorance
Wait for the next to be tortured
In the name of their own ignorance
Of this toxic breeding
Seemingly intelligent
As the tyrant reigns
Their time is coming
The words of comfort fear
Their own disease to hide
A black eye
With blood dry
It's all so sad
They say
Respect is written in codes
Of useless services
For a papering purpose
Refusing the truth
As ignorance peculiar
Cause it′s good
The players push
With the wicked
Their own hands to stain
A black eye
With blood dry
It's all so sad
They say
Respect is written in codes
Of useless services
For a papering purpose
Refusing the truth
As ignorance peculiar
Cause it's good
The players push
With the wicked
Their own hands to stain
All of which are nothing more than myths
To persuade us, to convince us
Of their total weakness
And their lack of knowledge of freedom
Seemingly intelligent looks
But a mindless judgmental mob
Their misperception becomes
Their own burden
Poisoned in the dark of greed
Their own world
Their own world
Continuing to make the victims
Of their own ignorance
Wait for the next to be tortured
In the name of their own ignorance
Of this toxic breeding
Seemingly intelligent
As the tyrant reigns
Their time is coming
The words of comfort fear
Their own disease to hide
A black eye
With blood dry
It's all so sad
They say
Respect is written in codes
Of useless services
For a papering purpose
Refusing the truth
As ignorance peculiar
Cause it′s good
The players push
With the wicked
Their own hands to stain
A black eye
With blood dry
It's all so sad
They say
Respect is written in codes
Of useless services
For a papering purpose
Refusing the truth
As ignorance peculiar
Cause it's good
The players push
With the wicked
Their own hands to stain
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