This mark of impalement burned on my skin is immoral
The shackle of frailness confines one to crawl with one self
A smell of corrosion forcefully clashes within
Sensorial conditions, human emissions grown thin
A symbol of power as dark as the night
No measure for intolerance, we'll keep up the fight
This structure of violence
Now becomes silence is hurtful
Beginning our obsession
We've now learned our lessons despite
It's burned on your head
It's burned on your skin
It's burned on your eyes
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