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The sparks of the tempest rage a hundred years on |
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The voice of the dreamer screams, the cause of the pawn |
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The King and the |
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Queen are gone, each piece is the same |
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The difference between us is a part of the game |
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Darkness is spreading like a spot on the sun |
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The dead are the living in age of the gun |
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While everyone clamors for the justice they seek |
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The world is corrupted and the strong take the weak |
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They mold you and shape you, they watch what you do |
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The sparks of the tempest are burnin' you through |
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Spreading like wildfire, fallin' like rain |
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Though they may promise, they only bring pain |
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The future is managed, and your freedom's a joke |
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You don't know the difference as you put on the yoke |
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The less that you know, more you fall into place |
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A cog in the wheel, there is no soul in your face |
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Run for the cover, |
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Millennium's here |
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Bearing the standard of confusion and fear |
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Spreading like wildfire, fallin' like rain |
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Though they may promise, they only bring pain |
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Blood in the sand, cry in the street |
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Now the cycle is nearly complete |
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Ten thousand years, nothing was learned |
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No turning back, now the wheel has turned |
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Big brother is watching and he likes what he sees |
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A world for the taking, when he's ready to squeeze |
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King and the |
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Queen are gone, each piece is the same |
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The difference between us is a part of the game |
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Soothsayer saying now tell me no lies |
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What is the madness that is filling the skies |
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Spreading like wildfire, fallin' like rain |
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Though they may promise, they only bring pain |
