Manipulation of itself, a truth creation of man, the weak. Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't have a reason, it's dead. And still they gather, the heard to worship and pray obsessed. Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't have a reason, it's dead. Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't have a reason, it's dead. It's the truth,it's written,it's the law, no doubt,no questions, sacred law. Righttous needs no proof, on his knees, serve to please a traitor, an insurgent of the mind I am. Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't have a reason,it's dead.
