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Music written by Grey Skies Ahead
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Vocals produced and recorded by Julian Koch
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Mixed by Tom Brugger
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LYRICS:

We trail the path
Unmoved by our surroundings
Outside reality
Is shattered by the proof
A disconnected mind
That came from dust and dirt
An ego that is leading us
To our final doom

We’re organisms begging to be fed
We are slaves raised by a snake
Fully blinded, stumbling ahead
Divided shaking in the net

Rise, demise
Born and bred by selfish lies
Within our feeble minds
The ego ever will preside
Acid rain will drown the filthy pain
Fills the bottomless pit in which we sit

Divine illumination
We stare in vanity
Until it burns our eyes
A blinded vision of
The promised land we’ve lost
While our lovely earthly paradise
Must pay the price

We’re organisms begging to be led
We are demons raised by a snake
Now single-minded, stumbling ahead
Divided shaking in the net

The ego speaks
Its will be done
Burn this world
Render us undone
Slit mothers wrist
Break her neck

Break her neck

Rise, demise
Born and bred by selfish lies
Within our feeble minds
The ego ever will preside
Acid rain will drown the filthy pain
Fills The bottomless pit in which we sit
One by one
We are joining the dead

Claustrophobic claws
Rip and split whats gained
As ego leads us to the end

Colourless are the machine gods
Rip them out of your head
Disconnected we call the dead
Sacrificing all of life
To self destructive drives

The ego speaks
Its will be done
Burn this world
Render us undone
Slit mothers wrist
Break her neck

Divided shaking in the net
Transform it all
We’re begging to be fed
Ego

Time is moving fast
We see our dreams laid to rest
Bygone are the days
Of the human ego

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