Transcend Beyond Dogma

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First one. Beat drops a fusion of synthetic pulses and organic tribal drums.

First era. They handed me a pamphlet, a cross, a crescent,

a star. A rule book written by a king who fought a holy war. They build a house

for God and then they lock you in the door. And sell you salvation from a celestial

store. It's a sickness in the system, a misstatic lie. Watch the pious

politicians as they sanctify the genocide. Divide the tribe with us, and them until the

day we die. A cancer on the conscience, a blindfold on the eye.