Rampage On Sainthood
Freedom
a delicate thing
dancing between
oxygen and carbon
will it give us a life
or suffocate
we're stuck in that reptile stage of uprising experiment
but they didn't count on our soul
small amount of energy which owns us
should have been included in equation
no one is winning
became universal scripture
no one is winning
neither plates from Sinai
nor book older than a prophet
or 'chosen people' exclusive label
no one is winning
sweep demons aside
and avoid your mirrors
stamped with that 21 gram
we are all hostages
living in Stockholm's delusion
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