Stressed Elephant


No pills for our sake, we journey to a different grave
Hunted and beautiful, the darkest, the true
Work place, a sin, let the dancing begin
Our dead will rise with raging thunder, trampled under
We are caged, wasting away
Escape into renaissance

We live in memories; we lost everything
Marching to our grief, obeying human thieves
Our dead will rise with raging thunder, trampled under
We are caged, wasting away
Escape into renaissance

Our dead will rise, revenge for human crimes
Into renaissance, we died for innocence
Marching to our grave







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