THE WHISPER OF LIFE, 
IS THE SEDUCTION OF SOUL.
ILLUMINATE THE DESPERATE, 
AND DEATH TO PAY THE TOLL.
THE LUST OF HUNGER, 
ADVOCATES THE GREED.
INTOXICATE THE RULE OF GOLD,
NEVER TO BE HEED.
THERE'S A TWIST IN THE WIND,
NO MORE PURPLE SKIES.
FROM THE CRADEL TO THE GRAVE,
WE'LL HAVE OUR FAMILY TIES.
LIKE THE INSANE LOCKED INSIDE THEMSELVS,
THERE'S ALWAYS A THORN WITHIN.
NOTHING EVER CHANGES,
AND LIFE'S YET TO BEGIN.
IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME,
CHILDREN'S DREAMS ARE LEFT TO BLAME.
THEY FED US LIES IN NURSERY RHYMES,
AND TOLD US TO BELIEVE.
ALL THE TRUTH BEHIND THOES LIES,
THEY NEVER COULD PRECIEVE!!
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