Factory of Art
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One million soldiers are marching to war. One million tanks wait for destroyal. One million phantoms make the sky turn pitchblack, they're setting out to the last attack. Riding on the wings of destiny, praying for the end of this endless way. Riding on the wings of destiny, praying for the end of this senseless way. Once more again we have survived. On TV screen reports of war and advertisement we accept it because it will be late before we rise to fight. Riding on the wings of destiny, praying for the end of this endless way. Riding on the wings of destiny, praying for the end of this senseless way. Millions of people take no notice of this battlefield of human creation. How long will wars be going on? As long as people exist. Riding on the wings of destiny, praying for the end of this endless way. Riding on the wings of destiny, praying for the end of this senseless way. Riding on the wings of destiny, praying for the end of this endless way.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
In twilight zone there lost my way. Oh it make's me crazy all this show point of no return is long time ago. Don't worry just be crazy else you're not normal Only indecision where can I go. What's the right decision I don't know it. I rely on my instinct and gave my brain In twilight zone there lost my way In twilight zone there lost my brain In twilight zone there lost my way In twilight zone there lost my brain In twilight zone there lost my way. I try to break away but don't have a chance because there is no way out I'm confined in chains in chains of insidious confusion in twilight zone. In twilight zone there lost my way In twilight zone there lost my brain
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
I open my eyes and see the clouds and feel the touch of cold rain, I'm turning over and I can't understand what makes me crying again It's like a grey haze who's going down on your face and there's no sound when you open your mouth to cry it out as loud as you can what you're looking for. The signs of time are touch of cold rain but we don't try to find the right way again. Sensationrage rules the age when somebody pass sentences who over and over stir up new force and we're like paralysed behind reserved doors Daily crime is in our life, bloody pictures stream into my head, have we got a chance to make things better, to stop the last firstclass-train to hell. The signs of time are like a touch of cold rain but we don't try to find the right way again. The signs of time are like a touch of cold rain but we dont try to find the right way again. The signs of time are like a touch of cold rain but we don't try to find the right way again.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Reach out to snatch at something and you'll note that there is nothing if you don't know what you want. You don't feel like desire to drift on the stream of another. Give me money so I give you joy as much as you want. So we're going down into the shadow of our own force. Now we want no better world, now we want no better world. We are living in a modern world, at every corner you can it buy the fun in colourful packing, don't you want to try? So, we feel good far away from the darkside of this world. Now we want no better world, now we want no better world.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
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