The eyes of the dead are haunting but not as hauting as the truth
Of the tools they carried with them to assimilate the youth
With hypnotizing motives that will wrap you too far in
When you think its almost ending It hasn't started to begin
And the truth they say will free us though its like a poisoned knife
Once you plunge it into a human it will drain away their life
Just like hope wasn't ment to save us or free us from our fears
Though to deny this is only human, we ignore the truth inside our tears
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