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life is dying and the week can grow old appealing to the millions of dead souls

in fear of the world that we all know; uncertain, so the fears, they unfold.

The truth here is banned and the science has been sold to nervous men worshiping their gold.

Forgotten is the past as amnesia sets in, cloaked by the fears that are growing now within.

And I say to you before I leave this place; we are abused and adore it.

Find me where I dream, I am awaking.

Worn-out by machines.

That are feared and praised the more we bleed; reduce us to nothing.

Life is dying and the week can grow old appealing to the millions of dead souls

in fear of the world that we all know; uncertain, so the fears they all unfold.

Programmed are the minds in the world in which we grow; slavery is built by illusions of control.

The seeds of wisdom here are hidden and untold; the fear of the truth now soils what we know.

Fearism

And I say to you before I leave this place; we are abused and adore it.

Find me where I dwell.

Gaze onto our hell, watch us fool ourselves.

Fearism is life reduced to nothing.