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In a world so cold, all human emotions cast aside
born to feed the machine till the day we die.
what happened to caring? what happened to justice?
Is there a price that we have to pay when we havent even bought anything.

In dept to the man in a throne, where did this all go wrong?
Will I dissapear if I step out of the line?
Am I an outcast if I dare to think for myself.

What happened to caring? Where´s the justice?
Is there a price that we have to pay when we havent even bought anything.

How can you value life when everything in your life comes with instructions.
Would it be so awful if you really opened your eyes and see the world in all it´s ugly presence.
Would it crush your heart to realize what you have helped create.

The day will come when the wolves march to the throne room,
asking these questions. Demanding answers.
And the walls of their shadow world come storming down.
We are the standing justice on the shores of humanity poisoned by creed.