"Final Mystical Saga" genre: Hip Hop
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	"Mankind must put an end to war or war will put an end to mankind." (Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)
	MP3.com CD: Invisible Enemies... - buy it! CD: Invisible Enemies   Label: Millennium Productions Credits: Truse, Phil Harmonic
	Lyrics blasting like a hurricane breaking cities by the minute training in a boxing ring to make the fuckers feel it this forensic mind intelligence stops the mass mentality Newtonian physics, mathematics, hits the gravity cosmos in order like the madness on a sword cutting through the paper stained with the blood of a corpse I ignite bombs and set off rockets like ICBM's Fuck the government their allies and their friends They send teenagers to kill babies in war They laugh it up when they tally the score They advertise war like it's thrilling then they count they're dollar bills in reality the soldiers come home with no limbs They scream at night cause they can't remember scenes only nightmares stick in their minds like pictures on a screen In their ears the volumes blasting like jack hammers drilling the pain Their head pulsating like they're in the war again Chorus: In a land of holy visions, in a dream of sacred nights, darkness lies and hides the sorrow of a world of endless fight. Through the tempest of the music the illusions all sink in, and the vampires call their bloodless anger to begin... Verse 2 In a world with different meaning through this bleak pessimism beyond mysticism the earth breaks in unheard fission my decision is to break cut down and stop all revisions to rewind the only reason for this music indecision in conclusion our revolution has evolved to deep seclusion now our culture's lost in fusion all confronted with confusion Propaganda left illusions imprinted on delusions And intrusion of the fiction left us bruising Depictions of reality distorted by commodities now our vision of insanity coincides our nationality and even though we try to reach enlightenment under a tree Our pulse has decreased exponentially, we lost our vitality Our memories have faded into evaporations of a haze And our days have been numbered by the darkest blackest plague Chorus: Our positions confront politicians and the crooked mission that they're preaching The roots of our subscription are burning with heated friction and the poison of this nation all the world and God's creation if they hadn't raped and pillaged through the halls of mother maiden Breaking off into dimensions of a hear of darkened apocalypse the nuclear holocaust's effects are catastrophic In a world that's grown so old and the stories all untold All unfold like see scrolls found in the seas of crows looking back in reminiscence of nostalgic human pictures infrastructures of hell only stand tall on crooked fixtures breaking away from the silence of the waves catching the fire I never fought here it wasn't money I was after it was focus, concentration, and the light of mind insight that intensified the feeling of the dark cold lonely night in the instant of a fight my head spins with blackest might forceful nights have forced me in a state of endless strife and the lines of rhythms seem to have set me in a place that perpetuates the fates of eternal dreamless states...

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