Invading the mountains
With their spiritless flesh
Controlled by a masterplan
Only marionettes in this game
Harvesting the seeds
On which we live
Sowing hatred into the depths
Of our decaying minds
Shaking the foundations
In whose womb we lie safe
Feeding our brains with heretic ideas
Stand aside and watch it grow
Only puppets in a greater game
Just a figment of reality
We are only inhabitants
Of a dying world
Just puppets of a dying world
Marionettes shaped in dreams
Just puppets of a dying world
Marionettes shaped in dreams
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