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No choice

Fall into line, you will do as you’re told. No choice fatigue, your blood is running cold. We lose control, the world will fall apart.

Owned no longer

We need a transmutation. One we all conceive. We need a revolution. So long as we stay free.

Assert control

Cornered, I’m exhausted with fear. Our love and compassion dissolved. And demons, have materialised in me. Can’t fight them, they’re taking control.

Cold & detached

Fate has brought us here to face. Our hopes and dreams erased. Either kill or be killed.