Earth Crisis
Provoke

A fraction of a fraction sets the new rules to follow.
Bind the hands of those who resist, to gag the mouths of all the rest.

Crush the fight out of the those who persist,
censor beliefs not allowed to exist.
Create a state of mass confusion,
provoke a response from the trapped victim.

Last of the last of the last of the sane.
Hated and scorned for the truth that's possessed.
Last of the last of the last of the sane.
Now the most persecuted.

A fraction of a fraction sets the new rules to follow.
Bind the hands of those who resist, to gag the mouths of all the rest.

Crush the fight out of the those who persist,
censor beliefs not allowed to exist.
Create a state of mass confusion,
provoke a response from the trapped victim.

Last of the last of the last of the sane.
Hated and scorned for the truth that's possessed.
Last of the last of the last of the sane.
Now the most persecuted.

Created an illusion to trap the prey inside of the
delusion that is forced into our minds.
The thought police are winning,
infiltrating the brain, to own the soul and body is
the point of their game.

Surest way to bring them down is to beat the negativity
into them, watch them lock into self-destruct mode.

Created an illusion to trap the prey inside of the
delusion that is forced into our minds.
The thought police are winning,
infiltrating the brain, to own the soul and body is
the point of their game.

Last of the last of the last of the sane.
Hated and scorned for the truth that's possessed.
Last of the last of the last of the sane.
Now the most persecuted.

Crush the fight out of the demons while there is still time.


Mirror lyrics:

Crush the fight out of the demons while there is still time.

Now the most persecuted.
Last of the last of the last of the sane.
Hated and scorned for the truth that's possessed.
Last of the last of the last of the sane.

the point of their game.
infiltrating the brain, to own the soul and body is
The thought police are winning,
delusion that is forced into our minds.
Created an illusion to trap the prey inside of the

into them, watch them lock into self-destruct mode.
Surest way to bring them down is to beat the negativity

the point of their game.
infiltrating the brain, to own the soul and body is
The thought police are winning,
delusion that is forced into our minds.
Created an illusion to trap the prey inside of the

Now the most persecuted.
Last of the last of the last of the sane.
Hated and scorned for the truth that's possessed.
Last of the last of the last of the sane.

provoke a response from the trapped victim.
Create a state of mass confusion,
censor beliefs not allowed to exist.
Crush the fight out of the those who persist,

Bind the hands of those who resist, to gag the mouths of all the rest.
A fraction of a fraction sets the new rules to follow.

Now the most persecuted.
Last of the last of the last of the sane.
Hated and scorned for the truth that's possessed.
Last of the last of the last of the sane.

provoke a response from the trapped victim.
Create a state of mass confusion,
censor beliefs not allowed to exist.
Crush the fight out of the those who persist,

Bind the hands of those who resist, to gag the mouths of all the rest.
A fraction of a fraction sets the new rules to follow.


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