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We live with rage, conditioned and natural, that is all |
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Another closed page, that's where all these victories will fall |
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This deadly lure, the eerie song of the sirens, we hear the call |
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We are the cure, we're worse than the disease |
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because we see what we've ceased to be, that is all |
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These times walk over us ripping us off the frames |
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Only wind stays to whisper all those forgotten names |
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of those who shared our tears of steel |
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Mercenary instinct, inbread domination ready to flare |
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Our pain is distinct, supressed with an effort of will |
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but always there |
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Blood crusted heands, signals of fear which we almost can't bear |
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The balckened sands from a thousand holocausts, we are to blame, |
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we drown with our shame and we don't care |
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We walk with madness which we are to enforce |
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We will be back again on our lonely course |
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Once again we'll rape with tears of steel |
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We're made of power which no one can deny |
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Our humanity was just another lie |
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We'll pay back with tears of steel |
