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• Artiste: Monuments
• Titre: Doxa
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This is the reason why I can't sleep tonight they're killing on my left dying on my right Everywhere I look fills me with fear beliefs I once had become so unclear. I dare to rub out the lines draw from a new idea but I'm stuck in this prison stuck in this prison no one can help me break free Born sick commanded to be well stuck in a losing struggle it's a dark existence meaningless and cold impossible to escape from Trapped inside this fist of rage held down by the hand that made me there is no escape while the shepherds block the gates Now do I qualify for survival I don't fear death like an American idol are we the ones that have to bleed what luck that we don't think Silent screams who wants to testify instinctively we try to hide breathlessly I hope to re-design how I think amongst all these painted smiles Nothing is set in stone we fuel the machine that feeds of the death of our own nothing is what it seems we follow the trend that keeps us in time what is real? Nothing is set in stone we fuel the machine that's feeds of the death of our own Straight away I wont hesitate to call you out straight away I can see that your all afraid its time to make up your own mind its time to make yourselves Rectify beliefs I won't be held down by the hand that made me