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Angst Another year to suffer,
Another day of pain.
Another load of bull shit,
I have yet to gain.
I watch you mother fuckers
Walking through your aimless world.
Drinking your fine wines,
With your precious fingers curled.
But do you know what I do
To the mindless ants I see?
I crush the little drones
With my mind and dignity.
As they bow to their queen,
The little yes men that they are.
Never thinking for themselves,
Never thinking what's afar.
Just another year to suffer,
To hold my head up high.
Another day to wonder why the fuck
I still can't fly.
The Morbid Seraphim has grown her wings,
And wants to leave the ground.
But her fucking wings were torn,
From the life to which she's bound.
The mindless drones never slow down,
They never turn away.
Throwing out their worthless lives,
To what their queen does say.
"Attack all those who differ,
With the unique point of view.
They are a threat to your queen,
And they are a threat to you."
Just another year to pray,
Only to have my prayers unseen.
Another day to ask God,
"Where the fuck have you been?"
Let them suffocate, eradicate,
The life they hold so dear.
Because they'll build it again,
Just like they'll do next year.
Let them burn their belongings,
And burn their heart and soul.
In the end their high and mighty queen,
Will lose all her control.
Though I?m winning all of the battles
Let them think they've won the war.
And when I live in luxury,
I'll know I suffered for?
Another year of ridicule,
Throwing lies in my face.
Another day to smile back at you,
Since I've already won the race.
Another year of anguish,
The torment of my life.
Another day to fathom whether
It's worth all this strife.
Another day to ponder my life?
-Morbid Seraphim
