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The Race (P.O.C.B.F.E.O.O.M.)

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The race, reward 
Blameless dream - silence 
The speech controlled by maze 
The sweetest smell of innocent ignorance 
I walked through the land of madness 
I've created the cunning, my pride 
Is there any God to take my Holy Grail 
Is there daredevil who takes my path 
The last crimson tear 
Land of madness dream 
And suffering in pain 
Our voice in silence 
It all belongs to me 
This beauty of war 
This fist without bless 
Gathering of lost 
Let's start playing this game 
The way of fear 
The path which never ends 
Can you crave your own face 
Without mirror in human's head? 
Have you ever wondered 
Who drinks blood of your war 
Where's the beginning of your consciousness 
Who consumes your scarify 
So can you hear 
This whisper of your soul 
The wipe of madness land 
This whisper of your soul