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Monday 20 May 2019

When The Last Of The Heroes Are Dead



They say that heroes are the fucking enemy within this landscape of war
Soldiers arm themselves with machinery to fight for some fucking cause
A malignant world has been transformed where there is nothing to fight for
Chromosomal evolution and numbed out species are left as nothing more
Nothing cannot fathom as the world needs to be drowned into the flood
On the ground where once was stood is covered into the soil and blood

Cut and lacerate and deceive and deviate away from all of the executions
Nothing more stands in the way of those with desires of fucked self delusion
Countdown the bomb and munitions exploding a testing for annihilation
Cut and lacerate and deceive and deviate away from all of the executions
When there is nothing left to bleed and when there is nothing left to be said
The sun falls down into the crimson blood when the last of the heroes are dead
When there is nothing left to bleed and when there is nothing left to be said
The sun falls down into the crimson blood when the last of the heroes are dead

There is bitter blood that is rising on the highway and an assumption of rivalry
The sorrow is in the source and the conscience has decided not to become free
Burned out from all of the fucking arguments just to agree and just to disagree
A knife stabbed into the back and the heroes have now become the enemies
Nothing cannot fathom as the world needs to be drowned into the flood
On the ground where once was stood is covered into the soil and blood

They say that heroes are the fucking enemy within this landscape of war
Soldiers arm themselves with machinery to fight for some fucking cause
A malignant world has been transformed where there is nothing to fight for
Chromosomal evolution and numbed out species are left as nothing more
Nothing cannot fathom as the world needs to be drowned into the flood
On the ground where once was stood is covered into the soil and blood

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