Native Devotion

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On Doomsday Odyssey

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The endless search for the last inside

As they staring through their fading eyes

Intensive pulsations of neon-cold darken light

Fragments of frustration ever coming to life

Caught into a unreal nothingness

Empty therapie - Erasing one by one

Native devotion . They never knew the sun

Dissective therapies - Erasing one by one

Like lifeless machines - Exploited, еmpty and dead

Drop dead future shockеd and forever paralysed

Marching straightly onward to the burning dawn

Total degrading manipulation is the final spawn

Bathing in unspeakable needs

Individual existance erased

Blessed with isolated fears

Defeated to shed no more tears

Forced into a menacing hopelessness

Where fear and pain are meaningless