Sonar System Lyrics

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I'm the scenery of vendettaMind and soulI'm the shapeless victoryOrder and suppressionAll in the tower of the virginTriumphant in a pale gray lightIn despire of how to deal with itA sweet, turbulent intoxicationRapidly I yearn to bare the markIn a tragic understatement of the lions forceA tribe who's independence is no longerDisturbed by the ragged interception of happy thornsAs I face the whisperingI answer to the masterA biochemical tremblingVoices in my headAnd thus I appear with wakeful eyesTrust insightA tedious dramatic implantLike swollen iron feeds itself,Longing for the moonUnbreakable and unbornSifting the contents of the surfaceA ceremony of killersA scorched fucking snaleIn postures of goldThat might be recognizedBut as long as there are sheltersYou'll always find yourself detainedA huge defenseless atmosphereWretched and toiled for centuriesIs ever so tender as long as we're aliveFor it is with great wealth that I, declare thisFlapping wings, tired monsterRuthless in folly framesAttempting gaiety upon sinister forcesAll within, we will win...

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