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Torn in disarray, listen what I say Brand your people, let them go, send them on their way Worn the fired plead, give them what they need Kill your people, let them die before they plant the seed Born, the black creation, sure to never die In crimson sorrow rise, not to compromise No one knows where the cold wind blows until it's in their eyes In guarded disbelief, the crimson turns to grief The loyalty you knew so well, now stuck between your teeth Born in desolation, sure to never die I am God's creation I see the light of death within your eyes Within your eyes, within your eyes, within your eyes Breathe the devil's creation I got a mouthful of flies I am the scourge of the nation Harbored within your eyes Never wore the crimson red, never thorns adorned the head When was what we used to be, now is what we'll always see Left unto complacency to right the wrong conspiracy Never what you used to see with eyes adorned in misery Choose, commit to right or wrong The road reaming ever long Truth in anger's compromise That shine the lies within your eyes Never was mistaken, never was the prize Never unforsaken to hide within your eyes Never an illusion, the ever rising tide This the constitution, harbored in your eyes Breathe the devil's creation I got a mouthful of flies I am the scourge of the nation Harbored within your eyes