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The mind is being enslaved by this world
A world that produces endless demands
Down time is becoming ever scarce
Soon it will become dead
These demands are the work of murderers
Shealths of glass and concrete are the hands that ruin
The morning ritual colds the soul
We are the victims of an evolving lifestyle
In which we are servants to endless demands
In this age we depart from our soul
As it's being ripped by reckless demands
It is the modern soul
A fast pace kills all who accept it
Weakened daily by ever growing demands
A sickening mind shall erupt
And place her soul on the trench of evil
Because her soul is now owned by demons
In this age we depart from our soul
As it's being ripped by reckless demands
It is the modern soul