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[Introduction]
"Our impulses are being redirected. We are living in an artificially induced state of consciousness that
resembles sleep[
] the poor and the underclass are growing. Racial justice and human rights are
nonexistent. They have created a repressive society and we are their unwitting accomplices
their
intention to rule rests with the annihilation of consciousness."
[song]
Somewhere in the end of all this hate
Theres a light ahead
That shines into this grave thats in the end of all this pain
In the night ahead theres a light upon this
House on a hill
The Living, living still
Their intention is to kill and they will
But the children are doing fine
I think about them all the time
Until they drink the wine and they will
Somewhere in the end were all insane
To think a light ahead can save us from this
Grave thats in the end of all this pain
In the night ahead theres a light up on this
House on a hill
The Living, living still
Their intention is to kill and they will
But the children are doing fine
I think about them all the time
Until they drink the wine and they will
I am not afraid
I wont burn out in this place
My intention is to fade and I will
In this house on a hill
The dead are living still
Their intention is to kill and they will
Keep your children safe inside
Out of pocket, out of mind
Until they drink the wine, and they will