From the recording Deth Knell

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Lyrics

I would like the fire to burn you
When nothing else will get through
Your eyes are full of many filters
Multiply disasters we I incur

Will we ever learn our lesson?
Or be satisfied with less than?
What we were given to us
To take care and love
But we lust for machines of warfare

Two eyes, two sides
Use the third, reveal disguise