Macro Cuts

Wicked lies, blinded eyes, a tired mind overwhelmed
The days of old have come and gone, a prisoner in my cell

Face to face, sweet like sugar, behind my back you wither and rot
Chosen words from hidden hate you spew upon the brainless lot
Days drag by, my sanity decays, I'm waiting here to die
Memories once forgotten have emerged before my eyes

Deceive and decay are on their way and forcing me to choose
Continue like this and we're all gone, dead, win, or lose

Branded lies to fool the masses, usher in your brand new hell
Believers they are, illiterate asses, with them is where you'll fuckin' dwell

From the witching hour you'll draw your power, death looks so good on you
You stole our choices and silenced our voices, but hell, that's nothing new

Branded lies to fool the masses, usher in your brand new hell
Believers they are, illiterate asses, with them is where you'll fuckin dwell

Your brand new hell
You'll fuckin' dwell



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Writer(s): Keith Jones
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