Stoic
Reality sets into a heart that wishes to read you lies that sit like an open book.
This must stay open, this must stay clear, this must be said for all to hear.
These are living, breathing beings like us.
Going, gone unaddressed, undeniable.
These are living, breathing beings like us.
They don't look the same on a plate.
Are we still fixable?
Drop the dish that could fill the mouth with meat.
To the floor and I've watched it break.
One thousand pieces of that glass equals one thousand days gone past.
And how has technology brought us any further,
when this society is still stuck in its primitive dietary ways?
Only a death trap for both worlds, tomorrow can't be fixed.
When today's crisis is aborted, stop looking ahead!
Are we still fixable?
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Latitudinarian, the minds spoken
Sacrifice
Hypnotise
Justify
Bathe in blood
Sympathise
Exorcise
Empathise
Rituals
Rituals
Latitudinarian, the minds open
Latitudinarian, the minds spoken
Crucify
Sanctify
Multiply
Religious wars
Disinfect
Resurrect
In affect
Principals
Latitudinarian, the minds open
Latitudinarian, the minds spoken
Latitudinarian, it's pathetic
Latitudinarian, it's genetics