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You know what's beautiful to me
The screams of those who stood in apathy
At the crossroads of action and inactivity
No mercy under pretense of innocent naivety

Baptism by fire in the third degree
Blood bathes the gutters from LA to Wall Street
And meteors in Mount Rushmore I crave
Like a chunks of flesh missing from a nameless slave

Cause We're stuck in loop that's wash rinse and repeat
I'm not afraid of shades of grey in burning all the white sheets
They'd just be blue come the morning news flashes
History to Tragedy like ashes to ashes

Again
Here we are to celebrate the union of of the sacrificial lamb
And the goliath that holds the blade in his hands
Blind as justice, guess where the story's blame lands?

We're the children on whom they cast the first stones
The tossed out bread and bones
Kept from the mouths of the starving infants
The coffee grounds of Zyclon
With a side of an atom bomb
Cuisine of the industry
Of Military Missionaries
The tears of the stars as the clouds divide
Over the chanting billions damned in their pride

Cause We're stuck in loop that's wash rinse and repeat
I'm not afraid of shades of grey in burning all the white sheets
They'd just be blue come the morning news flashes
History to Tragedy like ashes to ashes
Cause we're out of the loop of those who these silver streets
The common men oblivious of shackles on their feet
Vicariously watching us through blood rose glasses
Adding to the tragedy, the hell and the agony
Man is just a devil with his soul long sold away
Thinks he fights for god to day
It's just history to me
The same old tragedy
Ashes to ashes
While ashes fall

Description
You know what's beautiful to me
The screams of those who stood in apathy
At the crossroads of action and inactivity
No mercy under pretense of innocent naivety

Baptism by fire in the third degree
Blood bathes the gutters from LA to Wall Street
And meteors in Mount Rushmore I crave
Like a chunks of flesh missing from a nameless slave

Cause We're stuck in loop that's wash rinse and repeat
I'm not afraid of shades of grey in burning all the white sheets
They'd just be blue come the morning news flashes
History to Tragedy like ashes to ashes

Again
Here we are to celebrate the union of of the sacrificial lamb
And the goliath that holds the blade in his hands
Blind as justice, guess where the story's blame lands?

We're the children on whom they cast the first stones
The tossed out bread and bones
Kept from the mouths of the starving infants
The coffee grounds of Zyclon
With a side of an atom bomb
Cuisine of the industry
Of Military Missionaries
The tears of the stars as the clouds divide
Over the chanting billions damned in their pride

Cause We're stuck in loop that's wash rinse and repeat
I'm not afraid of shades of grey in burning all the white sheets
They'd just be blue come the morning news flashes
History to Tragedy like ashes to ashes
Cause we're out of the loop of those who these silver streets
The common men oblivious of shackles on their feet
Vicariously watching us through blood rose glasses
Adding to the tragedy, the hell and the agony
Man is just a devil with his soul long sold away
Thinks he fights for god to day
It's just history to me
The same old tragedy
Ashes to ashes
While ashes fall