Digital Resolution - Phantom Lord

Count your falls do you see what behind

Seek right into the light of

Scanning port

You try but without a doubt all bow

To mental disharmony

Shed your tears maybe you’ll find your contrast

Vaults of disbelief they’re made of gold

You strike deep to find the seed

What if you planted your own demise

We sold what was real

Under a pitch black flag of hate

We own what is still beyond

Their sacred grip of state

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