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This is our battle cry! |
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Make them run for the hills. |
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Men plagued with selfish minds, around every corner. |
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Reduced to rats, living life without wings. |
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What do you have to say? |
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A Mothers torment as her child leaves home. |
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Soon turns to lies on her husbands throne. |
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What do you have to say...for yourself!? |
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Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! |
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I, the creator, hold the key to life. |
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(Hold the key to strife) |
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Burning cities to the floor, |
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Growing forests strong and tall. |
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I, the creator, and so much more! |
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Children living spoilt lives, taking all for granted. |
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With turned up noses, treated like royalty. |
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What do you have to say? |
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They strayed from the path, |
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Never was what we were, |
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Never will be what we wish. |
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How can I lay waste to my own creations? |
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They broke all expectations. |
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Exceeded all my dreams... |
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But the seeds I planted so long ago still have yet to show. |
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They grew minds of their own, tried to overthrow their creators. |
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This is our battle cry! |
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I, the creator, hold the key to life. |
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(Hold the key to strife) |
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Burning cities to the floor, |
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Growing forests strong and tall. |
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I, the creator, and so much more! |