Form a perfect line
from point a where we fought to leave our legacy to the point where we drown in harmony from all the beauty we killed in pursuit of the
Candid flow of the shrapnel dust
In this Hell we created, we are gods
As the colour of water turn Gold
we taint the earth
with glorious parades
we taint the earth
with glorious parades
In this Hell we created, we are gods
a world in flames we celebrate
with glorious parades
we taint the earth
With the glory of our parades
All we need is hate
while the fire burns we can stare into space
and dream while life here goes on
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