| Crowded in magic feasts on dreamed saturdays Healing with imaginary pleasures Ground on gray sundays by electric shrouds Captive in houses-jail cells Not considering that beneath silence The end roars in readiness You give yourself away in sensual pleasures With mixed feelings You're blinded considering yourself happy You're sharing tins of comfort motherhood leftovers Cool, but you feel safe Not considering that beneath silence The end roars in readiness In a crisis of panic you identify with a faceless totality Triumphant decorations make you shiver You breed a master's mind, got a national identity A boil with leading ambitions Not considering that beneath silence The end roars in readiness lyrics: rising terror |






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