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we dance on our future graves
with fake smiles raising up the glasses
for the life we think we're living right
through the apathy
ignorance decay walking on the wasteland we have created
why bother to live when we don't even..
look insinde ourselves - brainless machines
with freezing hearts, programmed to follow
as the shepherd calls
blind race for the greed
no winners, we all lose, hipnotized by
pointless, slogans, coming out from the
mouths of those who drown in luxury
sweeping problems under carpet
when it easier to say, than to do so we keep digging,
hoping we will find
SALVATION!
someday buried six feet under
in the wooden box
FALSE, SALVATION
open your eyes, we're burning our flesh..
let's throw some wrenches (let's get some wrenches)
into these gears,
let's see the smoke (let's calm the smoke)
the smoke.. IN THE AIR
buried six feet under in the wooden box
somewhere we will find
someplace we will hide
too much distance to measure it out
ignorance decay walking on the wasteland we have created
why bother to live when we don't even
staring at the sun
dazzle me with the red rays,
programmed to damage..
as the shepherd calls
blind race for the greed
no winners, we all lose, hipnotized by
pointless, slogans, coming out from the
mounths of those who drown in luxury
sweeping problems every inch
when it's harder to get free,
than to do so we keep digging, hoping we will find
SALVATION
someday buried six feet under in the wooden box
FALSE, SALVATION
open your eyes, we're burning..

lyrics by Jacob Duliban

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from With the sun on our backs EP, track released June 4, 2014
all rights to Checked, DIY Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by Daniel Horski

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