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We are the age, no restriction shall stop the brave |
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We've got the rage of who's trapped in a fancy cage |
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The rage of the useless scorn of the unaware new born |
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We've got the flame and the fear of the dark's been lost |
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We've got the blame and the cure in our thirsty veins |
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We pine the deadly blow from a world that changed too fast |
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grown too slow... |
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One of the Heaven's bringer of despair, stop us if you can |
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with thunder rising from thin air, |
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show the power, show the might, show the light |
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We've got the greed of locust that flies, kills and breeds |
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We've got the speed, but we drive over boundless fields |
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We rush against a wall, lost in this world too vast |
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grown too small... |
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One of the Heaven's bringer of balance, won't we eat each other |
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or won't we have another chance? |
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Show the limit, show the gate, show the way |
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For I've been drifting, no direction home, no direction |
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not at all, for I've been roaming, roaring |
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just to conceal a weep |
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We were born to be the least, just the meat for worms to feast |
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so rise up, rise up on lost horizons |
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We were born to be the least, weak & wicked, weak the most |
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We were born to be the least, wo rise the highest to fall the best |