Ancestral sin

Manipulated minds

Ancestral sin
Threatning - all of our minds

Pushing ideas they cannot hide

Taking away your own ideas

Giving us all the same fuckin' pride

Propaganda, lies

To which we're all exposed

Will we ever give in -

Because we can't stand pain?

Despair used to manipulate

Intimidating, breeding hate

'like the way it was then, it should be now'

Influenced later on we wonder how

Power - is what we feel

Strength - gets a hold on us

Resistance's useless, you'll get caught!

Hypnotised we help them till the top!

He who takes a stand attains his end

If the need is there along with torment

Another 'hero' without evil means

Could open our eyes awake us from our dream

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