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Instinct!

Is all we got to carry you.

As we're facing all the seedings of your filthy greed.

Enemy of the father, son and holy spirit, your conspiracy is leading us...

To fear!

Let's be the sower of all our beings!

Locking up your siblings in a narrow steer.

We stand!

A quiet crowd, creeping wide.

And we can see without the prism of lying.

A quiet crowd, creeping wide.

We're waiting in our lairs to burn.

A million minds of working hands.

We won't fold under the pressure of your dogmas.

As we bury our own death grief.

Let's be the sower of all our beings.

A quiet crowd, creeping wide.

A million minds of working hands.

Instinct is all we got to carry you.

As we're facing all the seeds.

Enemy of the father, son and holy spirit, your conspiracy won't lead us to betray our tears.

As we bury our own death grief.

Let's be the sower of all our beings.