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Native Devotion

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The endless search for the last inside
As they staring through their fading eyes
Intensive pulsations of neoncold darken light
Fragments of frustration ever coming to life

Caught into a unreal nothingness
Empty therapie erasing one by one

Native devotion they never knew the Sun
Dissective therapies erasing one by one

Like lifeless machines exploited, empty and dead
Drop dead future shocked and forever paralysed
Marching straightly onward to the burning dawn
Total degrading manipulation is the final spawn

Bathing in unspeakable needs
Individual existance erased
Blessed with isolated fears
Defeated to shed no more tears

Forced into a menacing hopelessness
Where fear and pain are meaningless