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Hör auf dich zu beschwern Mir auf den Sack zu gehn Hör auf dir leid zu tun Und alles schwarz

This is our legacy, your heritage Our life’s blood and promises We are an iron unity With bloody shields against

You suffer from a manufactured sickness and envy by design Pre-calculated status and patterns of desire Accumulation and adoration, built

It’s too bad that you have made mistakes Too bad that I cannot relate When all else fails, when all

Can you see the storm getting closer now? Tell me how it feels being out there A moment’s glimpse of

You carry this weight trying to cover your mistakes To make it seem like nothing could ever break you But

Petrichor, the odor of gods Mighty scent, which overlord lauds When you come our lives begin again Torn by thunder,

Underneath the crushing weight of the world Is someone searching for a purpose Play the part that you’ve been dealt

In a world controlled by fire In a world controlled by fire Psychotic preachers thrive They use the waves to