Dogmacore Lyrics by Mothflesh
Standards of the living is submission to dogma
We seek freedom from the shackles of trauma
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Standards of the living is submission to dogma
We seek freedom from the shackles of trauma
Hundred years in the making
Cities are for the taking
Stuck in this iron tomb-like suit
Out of control, this tether’s free
Why don’t you
Take us on a journey through your twisted mind
I lurked within the essence of your skin
Vanity will tremble as I unlock your sins
Why did
You shun the truth when
We are the new breed
Construction of the new world
Calling out for you
To propose a great escape
Children of the old domain
Integrate as we codify your annexment
Listen
The mind, Divine