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unworn icons develop their mortal skin

In rapture they crawl into pathetic fears//eating your useless tears

born down grow up in the social disease

they clash themselves

morbid non sense

open arms for your enemy//looking for the losing melody

fogged cries//screaming suffering

helpless dreams of humanity

transitory promise

to their glory

wake up!

wounded//graceless//none so blind//stupid dolls...

slowly you're falling in their glorious minds