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They are all asleep in silence,
no more pain and no more fire...
No more scenes of raging violence
inside their realm of full retire.
Aftermath of madman's choice,
noone asked for their acceptance,
noone heard their silent voice -
all was done for their ascendance
Senseless.
Pointless.
Faceless.
Bane.
Astounded.
Bounded.
Surrounded
by pain.
Yes, we're growing stronger,
but our minds evaporate...
No more, any longer
should we underestimate
WAR!
Walking in there
once I met a man,
crying in despair -
a part of the plan.
Wounded grotesque
crawling alone,
symbol of protest -
the price of the throne...
Cards are shuffled once again
and positions - rearranged
for another futile game -
just the same and nothing's changed.
Everything is thus repeating,
noone cares for the price...
Violent spiral ways competing
for the perfect world demise.
Senseless.
Pointless.
Faceless.
Bane.
Astounded.
Bounded.
Surrounded
by pain.
Yes, we're growing stronger,
but our minds evaporate...
No more, any longer
should we underestimate
WAR!