Testo Sanctity

And as we feed our menial desires, the world around us falls to ashes
We remain in our huts made out of sweat and bone
While we turn to stone, we forget what we are, we expire
Freed from all that made sense, we vegetate, we've come to an end
Make your stupid assumptions, like the filth that we are, we're the filth

Our treacherous progression, a history drenched in blood
What did we achieve? Look at the state of this world This is all a fucking joke

Out of the ashes, we might build a better world
No more deluded entities, taking back what is ours
Every ounce of blood that was shed would not have been lost to time
Our barren world is in decline
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