We are kissed with the mothers hands, blessed to be alive
But the infringements of our burning world tells us otherwise
Born to live we are not
but indeed born to die
This I tell you, it is no lie
I rest my solitude searching for the answer to "why?"
Hopeless we are left to be
We might as well drown into the sea
Hanging by a slipknot of a nation they call free
Oh dont save me, let me be
Despairing and wretched we are born to die by the ignorance of the media and Babylon's lie
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