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Spearhead marching onward, |
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Take my soul sacrificial offering. |
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Your initial strike taken by surprise, |
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Now left alone, condemned by my pride, |
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Drained of all emotion - body now an empty shell, |
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There's nothing left - you've taken all away [chorus] |
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Adrenaline flows, |
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Now filled with anger, |
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Just what will be the ourcome, |
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Mass confusion, tears my mind. |
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Spearhead - |
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No victory sublime, |
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Another fallen victim - |
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I will not beg to you, |
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Spearhead - to which |
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I cannot hold |
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With clear perception my destiny unfolds. |
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I look to the reflection, fail to recognise what's seen |
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A figure clothed in hatred, |
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I pray that this cannot be, |
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Faced by this total stranger - aware of your creation |
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No vision of the former self- |
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Controlled by your instruction, |
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Onward you advance, left in a mindless trance. |
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Hypnotised by you will, desire is now instilled, |
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Now staring face to face, your eyes filled with hate, |
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Held by your contempt, both by weakness and by strength. [repeat chorus] |
