One world government has outlawed war among nations.  Now social control requires population termination.

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There’s a certain feeling
Known to all who hear the sound
The call of morning rising
You’re in a mystic space
Can’t you feel the force embrace, the chill of the wind
As it names you

Oh, can’t you see the lies in front of you
Your journey ends so far, and still the distance
Spins round and round you
Now you cry – give me sanctuary
You scream but no one listens
Again you cry – give me sanctuary
Until the end I’ll fight and die, to be free
Oh! No sanctuary


Most of this is memory now
I’ve gone too far to turn back now
I’m not quite what I thought I was but
Then again I’m maybe more
The blood-words promised, I’ve spoken
Releasing the names from the circle
Maybe I can leave here now and, o
Transcend the boundaries

For now I’m standing here
I’m awaiting this grand transition
The future is but past forgotten
On the road to madness