This mark of impailment burned
On my skin in immoral
The shackle of frailness confines one
To crawl with one self

A smell oo corrosion force
Fully clashes within
Sensorial conditions
Human emmisions grow thin

It's burned on your head
It's burned on your skin
It's burned on your eyes
A barcode never lies

A symbol of power
As dark as the night
No measure for intolerance
We'll keep up the fight

This structure of violence
Now become silence of hurtful
Beginning obsession we noe

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