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Spare me false modesty and feigned indignation, |
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Your pride, like your vanity betrays your consternation. |
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And your rhetoric of victory - your visionary deceit: |
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Stolen words and deeds, defiled with conceit! |
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For who is it that you sing and so proudly proclaim? |
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For your own posterity, or a braver youth? |
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Do not pity their squalid fucking mess, |
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A follow of dreams is a follower no less. |
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Some believe that without hope, man is surely lost. |
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I, on the other hand, will gladly cut the rope. |
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On to all those disillusioned souls, |
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Drunk with desire - narcissistic fools! |
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Courage of our convictions we do not lack |
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Lack of desperation holds us back. |
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Each one tied to his own ideal, |
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So spare me your piety: I'll see you all in Hell! |
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It is not faith in eternal life that guides me now, |
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But the fact that I know I've not long to live. |
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None have long for this world - so seize every night, |
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Every waking hour: breathe every moment, |
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This is our last will and testament. |
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A stand of defiance! |
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I will not go down with the white flag! |
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Scarred, but not beaten - we are not defeated! |
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A stand defiant - a will to triumph! |
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To good friends, a good cause, a good battle and a good death. |
