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letra de this is your creed - broken pixels

[verse 1: jerome chance]
alone in a coma with a fragmented persona
mentally eroding like a spreading melanoma
mental blocks black, on verge of virtual collapse
abstergo’s aperture entraps each and every last synapse
must resist the animus, the tool of the enemy
extracting all the essences from your genetic memories
reliving sins of fathers is the best way to rewind
the sunshine burned eternally upon a spotless mind
you’re an -ss-ssin, and this is your creed
revelations from the past to set your mind free
this is your creed, foundations understood
be the second coming, and lead the brotherhood
this is your creed, if you don’t know you better learn
loyalty’s rewarded, while leadership is earned
this is your creed, and this is how we do
everything’s permitted, but nothing’s ever true
parkour connoisseur, to the roof, from the floor
walking -rs-nal, hidden within the folds
don’t refuse the new, but use the tools of old
you know the game is death and yet you play, it’s all you know
with eagle eye vision find a needle in a stack
it’s k!ll or be k!lled until you fill the contract
you gamble with your life, ‘cause failure’s not allowed
and melt into the city, the crowd is your shroud, this is your creed

[hook: nerdsworth]
welcome to the animus, where -ss-ssin’s life so treacherous
these are legacies that stay with us, ezio, altaïr, so dangerous
better watch your back, can’t afford to miss
templars on deck, got throats to slit
it’s -ss-ssin’s creed, don’t plea, just bleed
eden’s close, embrace death, on your knees
the end is near, where your grave is your shadow
and essence to souls, we are
where men are free, and thrones are eternal, we turn to
revelations

[verse 2]
you’re a cold k!ller even though your cause is n0ble
underground rule, istanbul to constantinople
master of -ss-ssins, more infamous by hours
make enough noise; they’ll try to take your power
you train all of your meant-to-be, the masters of their dens
if you wanna run the fence, you pay the consequence
but this is your turf, the brotherhood defends
plus, currency tend to turn enemies to friends
you bribe the city heralds and eliminate the emissaries
methods of subversion exponentially vary
only holding down by the amount of guilt you carry
underneath your skin deeper than any blade you bury
from your roots on through your history, from masyaf to italy
tragedy and sorrow weighing heavier than diddly
take it out on anyone who rules by fear or greed
‘cause are an -ss-ssin, and this is your creed

[hook]

- broken pixels

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