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Homo Iratus - False Criteria lyrics
In this sheepcote - society Significance of feeling Melts like plastic The predominant factor For a luminous future Recedes and rots The word love Acquires new meaning... ...denoting mourning Love left to rot Once more We judged life's values With false criteria We had the perfume of life But we have chosen The stench of the slaughterhouse Now we're kneeling On broken glasses Worshiping paranoia. |
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