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Hypocrisy A Coming Race

Why all this searching? The answer's always been near. It is our destiny. Away from a screeching people. Waiting to destroy ourselves. They can't interfere

Traducere: Ipocrizie. O Coming Race.

Why all this searching? The answer's always been near. It is our destiny. Away from a screeching people. Waiting to destroy ourselves. They can't interfere

to feel inferior but we're the superior Break the chains in our brains that made us fear, yah Pledge a allegiance to a flag that neglects us Honor a

show Hold your flock in a sacred embrace forbidden pleasures for the bastard race glorification on the supreme mind suffering redeemer, saviour of mankind hollow words from a

let them hear you take away the truth and justice pillars and foundatins of reality and force on us confusion and hypocrisy in a world that is crumbling

's a reason for our hope you ask me how I know it God said it and that without a doubt "he who comes to me I will in no way cast out" The underground

work 1-2-3 Coming from the nation of the Cherokee How can you choose when you don't have a choice How can you choose when you don't have a voice

work 1-2-3 Coming from the nation of the Cherokee How can you choose when you don't have a choice How can you choose when you don't have a voice