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Disarmonia Mundi

Clay of Hate

Forge the human appetite and shape it like a doll

Grant the nails to crucify and demonize the unknown

There's nothing sacred in this world

And nothing's worth dying for

Condemned to fight all my battles alone

I'm not a servant to your cause

Clone the fool and feed the lie, truth has lost its relevance

Teach the puppets to comply and raise their flags of ignorance

Make 'em laugh and scream and shout, panem et circenses

Till they're nothing but drones, bittersweet tragedy

I refuse to be a part of your freakshow

Cause there's nothing left to hold on

I'd rather sink into solitude and scorn

We've been mold into the clay of hate

We're the breed of the underworld

We are born into the clay of hate

We are bound to the netherworld

Misguided drones eager to unify

Beneath the flag of fear

Fear, the guiding force behind your hate

You need to belong

Build a cage of gold and lies and force us to belong

Free will ain't that free at all lost within a freakshow

Make 'em laugh and scream and shout, panem et circenses

Till they're nothing but clones lost within a freakshow