Our brains induce destruction
Yet we feel incomplete
Our love is in creation
Our pain fed through our meat
Left, Right, Right, Left
You're marching at their request
Look at yourselves, what have you raised?
A bunch of naive thoroughbreds

The search is not concluded
We missed a whole piece
We thought we might not need it
Our life is just a ruse
Where is our meditation
And our piece of mind
We're pushed inside ourselves
And told to close our eyes

Close your eyes
See what you have raised
With all your lies
With all your lies
Oh God what have you made?
Left, Right, Right, Left


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