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Inflicting games upon your life Infusing illusions of war All senses replaced With pure hatred And these pointless joys To **** your unreal foes So falsely They seem real Yet so clear This is...a calamity to feel! **And that's when you get threatened To attack your land Everything goes just as planned...** Controlling minds to reach the goals Money talks, souls blight These are all defined Before you walk this earth No care, no sympathy No peace, no unity None are known In this life that we own **When you get threatened to attack your land Everything goes just as planned You won't give a f * * k, you hate the rulers But seems you love being ***** by intruders!** Hold your mind in your own hands Take care of your own kind Take the control of your conduct Slavery must destruct Prove the world, both immature and old These hearts are not cold There's a difference, we have some sense And we'll try to...reach the grace **When you get threatened to attack your land Everything goes just as planned You won't give a f * * k, you hate the rulers But seems you love being ***** by intruders!**
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
Game of Illusions
Inflicting games upon your life Infusing illusions of war All senses replaced With pure hatred And these pointless joys To **** your unreal foes So falsely They seem real Yet so clear This is...a calamity to feel! **And that's when you get threatened To attack your land Everything goes just as planned...** Controlling minds to reach the goals Money talks, souls blight These are all defined Before you walk this earth No care, no sympathy No peace, no unity None are known In this life that we own **When you get threatened to attack your land Everything goes just as planned You won't give a f * * k, you hate the rulers But seems you love being ***** by intruders!** Hold your mind in your own hands Take care of your own kind Take the control of your conduct Slavery must destruct Prove the world, both immature and old These hearts are not cold There's a difference, we have some sense And we'll try to...reach the grace **When you get threatened to attack your land Everything goes just as planned You won't give a f * * k, you hate the rulers But seems you love being ***** by intruders!**
Lyrics from the song The Game by Chaos Descent. Written by Mahdi Monstrosity Dn,   Special thanks goes to Sana Bareghi and Kevin Basir for their helpful ideas.
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
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