Dreams of life and freedom surrounded by fences
Imagination; survivor of the senses
Death by disorder, affluence fakes impotence
Ignored influence; death of innocence
Life: the price to be free
When children gift their last breath to the sea
A future infernal
Imperative reversal
The end to be undone
This is defcon one
Barrel, bullet, chamber, trigger
Every man a grave digger
Greed; the world's heathen
Await your six feet of freedom
La survie du rêve
Marche ou crève
As told by feigned prophets
Split wigs to turn profits
The pain of orchestrated neglect
A system cannot fail those it was never designed to protect
And yet, the spark of the idealist
Refusing to bow to a defeatist
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Dreams of life and freedom surrounded by fences
Imagination; survivor of the senses
Death by disorder, affluence fakes impotence
Ignored influence; death of innocence
Life: the price to be free
When children gift their last breath to the sea
A future infernal
Imperative reversal
The end to be undone
This is defcon one
Barrel, bullet, chamber, trigger
Every man a grave digger
Greed; the world's heathen
Await your six feet of freedom
La survie du rêve
Marche ou crève
As told by feigned prophets
Split wigs to turn profits
The pain of orchestrated neglect
A system cannot fail those it was never designed to protect
And yet, the spark of the idealist
Refusing to bow to a defeatist
Imagination; survivor of the senses
Death by disorder, affluence fakes impotence
Ignored influence; death of innocence
Life: the price to be free
When children gift their last breath to the sea
A future infernal
Imperative reversal
The end to be undone
This is defcon one
Barrel, bullet, chamber, trigger
Every man a grave digger
Greed; the world's heathen
Await your six feet of freedom
La survie du rêve
Marche ou crève
As told by feigned prophets
Split wigs to turn profits
The pain of orchestrated neglect
A system cannot fail those it was never designed to protect
And yet, the spark of the idealist
Refusing to bow to a defeatist
Writer: David Masion
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