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• Artiste: Dew-scented
• Titre: Slaves Of Consent
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[Music: Walczak, Borchers, Dieken & Pahl, Lyrics: Jensen] Existential demise We close our eyes to conceal it No air to breathe No time left, it's all over Awaken in denial Evoke a perpetual bane No way to justify This inhuman urge to degenerate We only see what we wish to be But can't conceive what we perceive I see the writings on the wall Where did we think this would end? We're on the verge to tragedy We are blind slaves of consent The answer is in the mirror A constant threat's within Words won't heal but compound They don't speak the truth Disguise the guilt So nobody can see through How very foul all doing and undoing is When carried too far All our fears come alive We steal a glance at destiny And all we sight is born of sin Bound to atone for infinity The omission and transgression Unforgiven, unreleased adversity Words unspoken, solemn promise We praise the downfall drawing near As we approach our termination We are blind slaves of consent The answer is in the mirror A constant threat's within Words won't heal but compound They don't speak the truth Existential demise We close our eyes to conceal it No air to breathe At the verge to tragedy I see the writings on the wall Where did we think this would end? We're on the verge to tragedy We are blind slaves of consent All our fears come alive We steal a glance at destiny And all we sight is born of sin Bound to atone for infinity