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V1
shedding skin like a serpent
leaving the old shell behind
we tear through out repressive walls
a progression for mankind
picking at the scabs again
inevitably it will bleed
but unblemished flesh will show,
a songbird newly free'd

Chorus:
peel away the diseased skin
searching for the parasite
picking at the scabs again
the time has come to make things right
remove the blindfold from our eyes
the heretics have seen the light
find the truth in the lies
the Supreme Consciousness is in sight

V2
what started out as pure
man twisted and construed
moulding to manipulate the masses
building fantasy upon truth
there are two sides to every coin
it seems we must choose heads or tails
either way the coin is still worth the same
the same price for a spiritual jail

V3
imprisoned by our imagination
we build the walls that surround us
listen to the tales we're taught
in faith and fantasy we trust
our transcension is just ahead of us
peirce th veil of lies and percieve the truth
purge the cancer from our minds
let the barren tree once again bear fruit
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thanks
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Tell me what nation on this earth, was not born of tragedy-Primordial