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I can feel the surface cracking under pressure

Our only hope is to flee

[Climate rising in the wake of fear

Growing numbers of the opposition

Rising up from the depths of hell

Spewing hatred from their filthy mouths

"Purge the weak" their leader calls

"Crush the hordes" screams the opposition

the rebel force meets the evil pack

fight with no remorse we must survive.]

Do you really trust your protector?

You must attack, crush, destroy your oppressor

From the state our ties we must sever

under the veil of death you’ll find your only shelter

Controlled like a puppet

caught in a game

a war on truth

to cast the blame

a primitive call

demands the truth

The climate rises

reject the abuse