Unreleased track

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"Behind closed doors filthy minds profit from the rot that has set in
Palms crossed with silver are stained red
Wring out every drop as cities burn
Our children look to us terrified at what we have become
We are an infestation
Bequeath cursed inheritance
When did we learn to hate ourselves?
Bent into shapes we can't undo
We place our head on the block
We are complacent
Acquiescent
And all we have are sticking plasters for gaping wounds
But before the light fades towers will fall"