March to Global Enslavement Songtext

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Epidemic once again uncovers its
Malignant crown in one instantaneous instant
A man made formula hatches out of its shell to i
Nch closer to suppress the living and breathing
The newborn are nurtured in a world of a dishonest
Master design
A layout constructed only for the purpose of dominance,
Authority and power
Born as slaves into bondage, born into a prison that they
Can't distinguish with smell or touch
In a world that's been fallaciously influenced for
Decades
Where the ones who offer solution are secretively
The core of this ongoing problem
Architects of control build their herds of municipal infantry
With inventions of fear and panic
We all march quietly with open hands into global
Enslavement
Drown us, submerge our bodies in the ocean
Of manipulation