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Artiste:
Magister Dixit
Titre:
Rebellion Of The Unholy Mindfucked
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There's a prison for everyone and idiots are the cause.... Order and laws are to our minds horrible consequences Surrounded by divisions of what is now true... Make your way inside of it or suffer Do what is allowed to do or pay the price... This is your chain very hard to break... Never follow! Just make your way... rebellion is in your hands Never forget! Never obey! Make the trendy one bleed Never follow! Just make your way... rebellion is in your hands Never forget! Never obey! Make the trendy one bleed Get rid of all these structures just leave me alone My social card is disabled... And so is my mind! Put an end to the cancer.... In a world dominated by total hypocrisy! Create an island for us, a nation of our own In a world dominated by total hypocrisy! We are the detecting spy-eyes Ready to know what's true We are the messengers... We are the detecting spy-eyes Ready to know what's true We are the messengers... We have been further or will in the future... We abolish the structures Never follow! Just make your way... rebellion is in your hands Never forget! Never obey! Make the trendy one bleed Never follow! Just make your way... rebellion is in your hands Never forget! Never obey! Make the trendy one bleed Make the fucking trendy one bleed There's a prison for everyone and idiots are the cause.... Order and laws are to our minds horrible consequences Surrounded by divisions of what is now true... Make your way inside of it or suffer We are the detecting spy-eyes Ready to know what's true We are the messengers... We are the detecting spy-eyes Ready to know what's true We are the messengers... We are the children of cold