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7 March 24, 03:40

Dmitry MetalLord

Lyrics : The Agonist : Once Only Imagined : Born Dead, Buried Alive

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Born Dead, Buried Alive


Once Only Imagined (2007)


The Agonist



The bloodline traces back to the past from whence the first real Christians came.
The racist procreation remains in every God-damned rally, riot and rage.
Eternal damnation divided by nation, fighting for land, language and souls.
A kick to the face of pride... leave hypnotic control behind, how is it that even now, to this day,
This potion we're born with still runs through our veins?

Brainwash young minds - they will learn what you teach; practice what you preach.
Brainwash young minds - breed corruption.

Didn't you expect when you built your empire on pillars of cadavers
(genocide yields power - you built your empire on murder)
that it would corrode with time?

Say, how do you justify systematic eradication of the diversity, the foundation, of all humanity?
Say how do you justify putting words in my mouth, blood on my hands, hate in my heart?
Say how do you justify putting words in my mouth, blood on my hands, hate in my heart?
Say how do you justify?

The bloodline traces back to the past from whence the first real Christians came.
The racist procreation remains in every God-damned rally, riot and rage.
Eternal damnation divided by nation, fighting for land, language and souls.
A kick to the face of pride...
An insult to all those who've died
To all those who've died
To all those who've died

Brainwash young minds - they will learn what you teach; practice what you preach.
Brainwash young minds - breed corruption.

Didn't you expect when you built your empire on pillars of cadavers
(genocide yields power - you built your empire on murder)
that it would corrode with time?
Say, how do you justify?

I lock eyes with the black monolith towering over me.
I lock eyes with the black monolith
in my reflection I see our name printed far too many times, over and over again.
You cannot know the warm touch of the vengeance that calls without the sting of the betrayal that afflicts us all.
You cannot know the warm touch of the vengeance that calls without the sting of the betrayal that afflicts us all.

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