Increasing mass forms our nation.
I said I'll never follow you into your unclean world,
the dirt and selfish ways.
A constant focal point to
What you fall is on is a falsehood of
You fall in deeper follow
Mindless reason pushed upon
A burning sense of misconception.
Fly high to forget your demons.
In vite them in to be your leader.
Feeling a blurring sense of mo tion.
Forgetting what's important.
Your living not just drifting.
Insure our for ward movement by
breaking life's unwritten rules of
how to respect ourselves and nature.
Killing our chances of survival.
Step by step it's leading us to fade.
A deadly form of an outbreak poison.
Killing our civilization.
A call to judgement on our days will gray.
Form a recongition to pave a
is where I make my stand.
It's where I make my stand.
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