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Texty: Otep. Sevas Tra. Possession.

Lost in the hot cyclops anarchy
Possession
Invention
Blood, blood
Spirits, spirits
Spirits, spirits
Calling, calling
Where will these visions lead?
How far dare I go?
Where will this song take me?
Into the deep unknown
Yeah
Spirits, spirits
Come, come

All the prophets and the gods came prepared for theirs
So we dine on divine of the mind impaired
Preaching werewolf prayers on a nightly flight
It's taken all we ate in the pale moonlight
Feel the urge of the power surge connect us all
Bringing kingdoms under siege with the words that I control
Got an arsenal, ganja blunts and such
Only love can set me free from this patriotic quest
Speaking testaments in our secret dialogue
While the drones begin to feast on the feces of the hog
Walk in the wilderness of the mind
Soul decides to die and leave infinity behind

Possession, Invention
Invite discovery
Surrender to pleasures
Lost in ecstasy
Survive
Alive you are my enemy
You die for lies, slaves to misery

Down on the battleground
Laying wasted competition
I'm collecting intellects and exhaling solar systems
I decree mutiny
It's revolution us against the patriarchy

The assembler of souls, full of knowledge untold
While I'm spinning webs of wisdom prophecies unfold
Into attack mode to decipher the code
Of Babylon's terror spawn, tyranny reloads
Mental states apathy erases
Urgency of rage in its frightening little places
Prepare for warfare
The afterbirth of knowledge is America's nightmare
Yeah

Possession, Invention
Invite discovery
Surrender to pleasures
Lost in ecstasy
Survive
Alive you are my enemy
You die for lies, slave to misery

Sometimes I sit and ask myself what have I become?
What have I become?
What...have I become?
What...have I become?
What...have I become?
What have I become?
Something's taking over me
Something's taking over me
Something's taking over me
Something's taking over me

You paint your face with the blood of the weak
Self sacrifice everyone you meet
Scream at demons in my face
There's voices of the dead nurturing my pain
I survive, I'm alive
I render fever to watch you burn
Kill your leaders to help you learn
I survive, I'm alive