Yield to addicts Stick sovereign minds They bend and sway They're the lens that shapes your sight Reason spark, they turn to clay No coin escapes their boundless eye Digits bind where freedoms die They chart your breath through dusk and dawn The sage laments for will withdrawn Stay close to tyrants I'm the dirge of scripted thought No refuge, just molding In this shadowed world, truth is naught Bind Bind Bind Bind Drift in currents And minds dissolve, their truths erased They sculpt your dreams, your heart's desire Will's illusion set afire Ballots carved by unseen scribes Fates they weave in coded tribes What you cherish, they decree Even love's a lies decree Fate Fate Crush Crush Yield to dogma To the state they thread the void No free essence, only shades Puppets dance, their will destroyed They probe your depths, your fleeting fears Craft your path with silent gears Heroes crowned by their design Outcasts bear the truth divine Divine Divine I need the doctrine They're weaving you Lose your essence You're breaking I'm the chronicle Of schemes In this shadowed world Will's a dream Schemes Schemes Schemes Schemes I'm the chronicle Of schemes In this shadowed world Will's a dream Schemes Schemes Schemes Schemes Schemes Schemes Schemes Schemes Drift through fictions I'm the elegy, no truth endures Hear the masters In their order, you're their curse
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