Wide Eyed Worshipper
Patron of the bearing
Servant of the wind
Embracing pseudo-science
Instilling greed within
Read the lines that you've written
Faced with words no longer your own
Indoctrination is complete
The fear to become obsolete
Your eyes seem open but your vision is cloaked
They will not mourn for your death once you have been provoked
Our eyes are open but your truth remains obscured
In the epilogue of your life, no miracle has occurred
Speak the words, fed by the superior, you envision to be true
Follower of the trend, the cross you defend, blinks away the truth
Your eyes seem open but your vision is cloaked
They will not mourn for your death once you have been provoked
Our eyes are open but your truth remains obscured
In the epilogue of your life no miracle has occurred
The surface of your digital slab truly poison the mind
Replaces that what you once knew to be true, with lies
To live a life full of choices you, forced upon yourself
No room for defeated runts, no room for defeatist cunts
Patron of the bearing
Servant of the Earth
Embracing all maladies
A mental stillbirth
Your eyes seem open but your vision is cloaked
They will not mourn for your death once you have been provoked
Our eyes are open but your truth remains obscured
In the epilogue of your life no miracle has occurred
Servant of the wind
Embracing pseudo-science
Instilling greed within
Read the lines that you've written
Faced with words no longer your own
Indoctrination is complete
The fear to become obsolete
Your eyes seem open but your vision is cloaked
They will not mourn for your death once you have been provoked
Our eyes are open but your truth remains obscured
In the epilogue of your life, no miracle has occurred
Speak the words, fed by the superior, you envision to be true
Follower of the trend, the cross you defend, blinks away the truth
Your eyes seem open but your vision is cloaked
They will not mourn for your death once you have been provoked
Our eyes are open but your truth remains obscured
In the epilogue of your life no miracle has occurred
The surface of your digital slab truly poison the mind
Replaces that what you once knew to be true, with lies
To live a life full of choices you, forced upon yourself
No room for defeated runts, no room for defeatist cunts
Patron of the bearing
Servant of the Earth
Embracing all maladies
A mental stillbirth
Your eyes seem open but your vision is cloaked
They will not mourn for your death once you have been provoked
Our eyes are open but your truth remains obscured
In the epilogue of your life no miracle has occurred
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Writer(s): Jeroen Serdijn
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