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Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling
Spin me 'round again and rub my eyes
This can't be happening
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy
Hide and seek
First came the master who opened the door
Now the apprentice will hunger for more
Driven by torturous sounds from their minds
A bond built to distort the fabric of time
Their passion, their fury, to break down the walls
Convention can fuck off we say to them all
Strength born through hardcore, never undone
Apprentice and master, their sound becomes one Spin me 'round again and rub my eyes
This can't be happening
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy
Hide and seek
Apprentice and master, their sound becomes one
Driven by torturous sounds from their minds
A bond built to distort the fabric of time
Fuck off we say to them
Fuck off we say to them all