Deed Before Creed

We are born without identity, molded by what others want us to be

Resentment in our minds and anger in our hearts

What's left to fill the voids of these empty lives we start?

I'm on the search for something real

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Something to hold, something to feel

Our lives begin on the day that we open our eyes

And realize this world will never provide

We're soldiers on the march of death but I'm breaking rank to desert the rest

Modern man is numb from the glow of artificial sun

Realities of revolution and rage buried in the noise of the information age

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Our lives begin on the day that we open our eyes

And realize this world will never provide.