What's The Point?

The Undivine

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Feeding off the same old lies
Everything will be alright
Bullet hails are our guidelines
Nothing will turn out fine
We have seen how good intentions
Fade to black and arouse new dangers
Evolving into wrong direction
SUccess had brought us down

So sickening and stale
The stench of our "redemption"

Crawling over piles of bodies
We once left behind
No more useless powertrips
we all know what is right!

Committing these same old crimes
Solving problems with knives
Accusations and their lies
Nothing you've heard is right
We have seen these conversations
Take turns into wrong direction
Get rid of your false pride
And see the truth laid down before your eyes!

So sickening and stale
The stench of our "redemption"


Crawling over piles of bodies
We once left behind
No more useless powertrips
we all know what is right