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Divine Disorder
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The Arcanist
It took days for you to draw the map of the world It took a moment for thou, to establish ye I am but a man, of will and choice made of what I picked from the province of mind
Symbols and promised words, to the great unknown Oh thou art just drawing made by the mortals It's all just, mazes and games
Kings and Crowns, all for nothing Nations kneeling down under the dark clouds of judgments Thrones made by blood, all for nothing Mortals are bringing each other down for just a meaningless applause
I am not going to become your beloved doll Not here, not now, with blinkered eyes and shackled arms I am not going to evolve into your artistic maggot for I have a heart, I have a mind
Symbols and promised words, to the great unknown Oh thou art just drawing made for the mortals it's all just, mazes and games
Kings and Crowns, all for nothing Nations kneeling down under the dark clouds of judgments Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Thrones made by blood, all for nothing Mortals bring each other down for just a meaningless applause
You! The masses The product of my thoughts Caught up between the grand genesis And the red age of The Omega What I think, you become!
I the tip of your senses mechanism I command you to comply
Whoever surrenders his whole being unto me, a slave for freedom Shall be rewarded; thou shalt not suspect, waver nor despair
I will give you a chance
I'll give you a chance; to live once more I'll give you a chance, to imitate my childhood I'll give you a chance, to love and hate I'll give you a chance, to complete the circle I'll give you a chance, to know less and enough I'll give you the chance
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