"Unusable Signal" genre: Industrial Electronic
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	Killing in the name of Gods... Now that is a wonderful idea....
	Credits: Kaine
	Lyrics A trade in souls you deal, the price of making war, the path of unkept fates, a choice of taking more, why do you force your lies, against a brainwashed youth, why do you hold there hands, while leaving out the truth, you spoke of sealing fates, your words rang crystal clear, gods hand was on your side, but death was also near, So fearless in we went, convinced of all your might, with angels sweeping low, how could we lose the fight, Your mask it falls away, Your weakness shows it's face, you try to turn the crowds away, to hide your pale disgrace, your muffled screams, your cries for peace, they fall on deafened ears, and even as the fire burns, A tear drops on your face. Enemys fell upon us, their armys ten fold strong, But still we struggled onward, Still moving from your song, they crushed through our defenses, they took apart our lines, no mercy for the dying, with god we'll be in time, A wife whose left alone now, A child I'll never see, sweet whispers on the cold air, tell tales of tragedy, But sickness spreads a new day, the lives you lost are found, your last friends turn away now, they flee the wretched sound. Your mask it falls away, Your weakness shows it's face, you try to turn the crowds away, to hide your pale disgrace, your muffled screams, your cries for peace, they fall on deafened ears, and even as the fires burn, a tear drops on your face, the screams you never heard, the fight you never saw, within your walls of safety, you sent your final call, But you said till we fall, we will be standing tall, against a foe whose wrong, your path of judgements hall, But now your army's gone, your orders sent us there, please give me one request now, and tell me why we're here, a tool of modern chess, a loser is as such, but when it comes to honor, why does it cost so much. Your mask it falls away, Your weakness shows it's face, you try to turn the crowds away, to hide your pale disgrace, your muffled screams, your cries for peace, they fall on deafened ears, and even as the fire burns, a tear drops on your face.

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