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Apoptosis \ Agathocles Split

by Apoptosis

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Born to be Forsaken Conceived on a drunken night, No chance to bath in the light. Born into dirt without right, No chance in fighting for life. Crying alone in the room, Death approaches in the gloom, Ignorance leads to the tomb, Funeral in mother's womb. Bastard of a father, Born to be beaten. Burden of a mother, Born to be forsaken. Left in the trash Failing the blame. Waiting for rats Without a name.
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Criminal Victims Treated like a fool, Banned from the school, Lack of happiness, Childhood in poorness. Beaten by parents, The pain never ends, Without any friends The soul hardly mends. Hanging on the streets, Commit crime for needs. Children become tools, Playground without rules. Floating without any options Towards only one direction, Exposed ones become criminals, Abused by rabid animals. Fall into the rotation To escape from the affliction, Face the fatal destination Because a forced decision.
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Social Trap 01:59
Social Trap Sitting alone in the darkness, Surfing the web to be mindless, Poisoned by the stupidity Flowing from false reality. Wasting your time behind the screen, Selling your life for a false dream Which is haunted by the bitter screams Of madness on a collapsing scene. Driven mad by the worthless stars Who do nothing for the comfort, Just leave people with moral scars Who deify them like grand idols. Feeling fully confused, By the disfigured news, Trapped by hysteria, Of the social media.
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Devolution 00:24
Devolution Two-legged monsters Killing each others To extend borders, And spread disorder. Uninvited guests Destroy the planet, Driven by mad goals Causing their own fall.
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Medical Failure Suffering humiliation By our twisty sanitation. Curing the diagnosed problems With engendering some new ones. Rotting in your own excrement, Criminals get better treatment Than the decent people in need Who entreat on knees for some aid. For the fortune we have to pay They fodder us with garbage meal. Among half-deads we have to lie To share the pain what others feel. Going in for getting better, Leaving in a funereal shape, Fall prey to medical failure To become a posthumous shade.

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released February 15, 2017

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