make you bleed he'll take all he needs with uncontrolable greed [AYREON:] I've done nothing at all, no nothing at all [D. The banishment] WITH STICKS
turning back I'm banished from sanctuary The darkness in me is filling me with pain There's no way to turn back for eternity No, no turning back I'm banished
This time I won't be hanging around I'll sever the ties that have me gagged and bound (your idle hands have tied you down) What's to lose, enemies or
Pulled from our homes We've committed no crimes We don't know why Stolen and incarcerated The red army marches us out like pigs Onto trains like creatures
are raised, the Gods are praised The people stare paralyzed with fear The legend tells of a man that fell From grace of his baptized king As a banished
sorrow banished Overcome to inherit Reside in God's splendor Glory, honor, brought in Nothing impure to enter Death vanquished sorrow banished Lord God
and seal each other's fate The most self-destructive creature has been created Slaying its victims and the world to them related In fear they are banished
Humored, presumed Hysterical for showing alarm Wise man, fuck you In the hands of wasters A means to an end Cast over us appraising eye Blind us with
Put it on yourself to be A role model, an image that you feel Should guide the habits to form a movement Of self-infatuated fools Keeping each to their
We aren't their hatch We are being bred through slavery Thought trained to succeed From here on the pain begins We're maggots cast, sea of struggle Bait
the scales of balance Secrets hidden, sin after sin in their eyes Understanding is now too late Utopia is banished The very moral trusted in Have brought
Prolonged exposure in a world Where I try to belong, I try to belong Character cessation On a major scale of depression Declining sense of fear A fear
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Saturating, pre-assuming icon of the youth Ways and means to call the shots Fingers in the pies which resign us from vacant urges Facing the bombardment
Pushed, promoted, justified Perhaps not guaranteed Reassuring cash transfer providing leads Media profile, fallacies we need? I think not, labels breed
Got time to kill Sometimes I wallow in the air Sometimes between a state Of good intention and pathos No worries, I've got time to kill Wear my bleeding
Not lacking insight or impetus to shout behind ideas That reforms in us will bring about As parallels we run so close yet as I try to draw to you Incoherence
